Hearing his words, all the frustration and hurt that Iris had been holding back broke through. She hugged Quentin tightly, sobbing uncontrollably.

After a while, she wiped her tears. "As long as you mean it, no matter how much I’ve suffered, I won’t regret a thing."

Quentin, noticing his shirt getting soaked from her tears, felt a flicker of annoyance. He straightened up and gently held her shoulders.

"Alright, honey, let’s just put this behind us, okay? I promise ...