My chest aches for her. I know what it’s like to carry too much alone, to think silence protects the ones you love when really it just builds more walls.
She doesn’t want to worry him, but what she doesn’t understand is that by blocking him, she’s already worrying him.
“Piper,” I say softly, “he’s your mate. He wants to share that with you—the good and the bad. Blocking him out won’t make the fear go away. It’ll just make you lonelier and will make him feel like he’s failing you.”
Her eyes shine, brimming again with tears, and I catch the way her chin trembles as she tries to hold herself together.
“But-But” she stutters, “What will I say? What will I tell him?”
“The truth is that you two created a beautiful life.” I whisper. “I feel his life force, Piper; he’s already thriving.”
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