“I understand why it’s hard for you to believe in things.” She stared at his face, trying to memorize every crease and line, so she could call on his image at night when she lay alone in their bed. “But I can believe. Let me. Lean on me. I’ll show you . . .” He closed the distance between them, kissed her with a strange gentleness. She knew what it was, what it meant. “Don’t kiss me goodbye,” she whispered. “It is goodbye, baby.” “No.” “You were more than I ever hoped for. I want you to know that.”
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