"Stop, Finn," I say on another deep breath. The tears and pain in my husband's voice hurt, no matter how he screwed up. "I don't know how to fix us, either. What I do know is that you, Finn Adair, are my soulmate. Like old school, Greek mythology-type soulmate. One soul in two bodies, and I can't imagine living a life that you aren't in. So, I don't know how to fix this, but I know we will try every possible thing to do so. Not for the kids, not for the club. For us, because we are meant to be together."
Finn openly sobs through the phone, and I choke back the wave of emotional s**t threatening to break through. "f**k, I don't know what I ever did to deserve you, Faylinn. You are so much more than I could ever hope to be, you know that? Stronger, smarter, more loving and compassionate
