Ryan

I stepped into the living room, my mind tangled in a storm of emotions.

Gabby was resting now, smiling, content, trusting me. I’d calmed her down, held her close, made love to her like I belonged in her world.

But no matter how peaceful she looked, I couldn’t shake the weight pressing on my chest.

Because I knew, I was lying to her.

Everything we had now, our intimacy, our happiness, the gentle way she looked at me, it was all built on a foundation of ...