“If I could make that promise I would, April. I really would, but no one can predict how long we have.” He turns me to face him. “What I can do is promise to love you until one of us is called home.” I hate how desperate I feel inside. He cradles my face in his big hands, his thumbs brushing lightly over my cheeks. “You’re the first woman besides my mother that I’ve loved, April. Please don’t push me away. I want to love you. Please let me love you.” Tremors wrack my body. “P-please d-don’t leave me.”
