“I’m sorry, Noah. I didn’t understand, but I do now, and I still love you.” Tears spilled down my cheeks. I loved him despite what he’d done and who he was. “Do you?” He cocked his head to the side. I was taken aback. “Yes, of course I love you. I’ve always loved you.” “You love who you think I am. Not who I really am.” His eyes flared with anger.
