Because If I Don’t…

Tessa had held herself together for days, tight, controlled, stitched by willpower and the stubborn belief that she needed to stay calm for the children. Marcus’ mansion felt too large, every hallway echoing sadness.

Marcus’ scent still clung to the curtains. His shoes still sat near the foyer. His handwriting still marked notes on the kitchen counter as if he were returning. The silence pressed against her chest, squeezing her breath until her ribs ached.

But ...