“It means I cannot marry you. I cannot give you children. I cannot give you the life you want nor the life you deserve,” he said sharply. “That is a fact, angel, no matter how much it pains me to admit it. Romeo could give you all of that, and if not him, someone else. But not me. It could never be me.” His voice broke off as though the admission were too painful to utter. “I will lose you in the end. It is as inevitable as the changing seasons.”
