“Can you promise me something, Cass?” “Depends on what it is.” They were both on their backs. Cyrus had a hand propped behind his head, the other resting on his stomach. “When you learn what I’ve done…” He loosed a long breath, trying to find the words. Cassius reached over, his fingers intertwining with the hand on his stomach. “It will not matter, Cyrus. We have all done things to survive.” Cyrus didn’t reply, and it was minutes later when Cassius said, “Cyrus?” “Yeah?” “If you break, we clean it up together.”
Melissa! You saint! Thank you for this scene. Again, emotional intelligence is off the charts. This healed something in me. Thank you.
