Priscilla
The pain of my rejection to Dylan was almost more than I could bear, but I stood, needing him to finish it so his death didn't kill me too. Our daughters deserve more than losing both parents because of his betrayal.
His acceptance of my rejection felt like half of my soul was ripped from my body, like my lifespan was just cut in half and I’m now on the cusp of death.
The pain had been too much, and I’d collapsed, only to be caught in the arms of a man who shouldn’t smell nearly as good as he does. His arms around me shouldn’t feel healing, but they do.
“How?” I ask, my voice shaky. “Why?”
“I don’t know. The timing couldn’t be worse, but I believe everything happens for a reason. There’s a reason I came here today. I didn’t need to be here, but I felt something deep inside m
