Between Hello and Goodbye

by Emma Scott

Morgan had his pride, but he didn’t understand that the entire point of selling my soul on Wall Street had been to ensure he’d never have to want for anything.

“I don’t see how this can go anywhere, but the last fucking thing I want to think about is saying goodbye.”

If the word finally could be a feeling, it surged all through me. Finally, I had him again.

Holding Asher in those moments was like trying to hold the ocean—an energy bigger

love you,” he whispered. “I don’t know much of anything anymore, but I know that. Whatever is left of me, is yours.”