“‘What I feel for you isn’t wrong.’” I read the letter out loud, my voice soft. “‘What we are when we’re together isn’t a sin. Love isn’t a sin, Milton James. You tried to hide the shame in your eyes, but I saw it. I hated how such a thing could mar the light in your eyes.’” I sighed, my heart heavy. “Bloody hell.”
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