As the taxi sped through the city, the memory of saying goodbye to Ava replayed in my mind. Her small hand clutched at her dress, her confused eyes searching mine.
“I have to go, darling,” I whispered, fighting back tears.
“But remember, you’ll always be special to me.”
Leaving her felt like splitting my heart in two, but staying could drag me back into the darkness I’d fought so hard before.
I frantically sent dozens of texts to Eric.
I’m coming. I’m so sorry. I’ve been so stupid. Please, let me explain.
When the taxi finally turned the corner, I saw him.
Eric stood in the pouring rain, holding a bouquet of white roses—the kind I loved.
He was soaked to the skin, but he was there, waiting as he always had.