"Because you see him like a brother... am I wrong?"

"N-no, you're right. He’s like a brother to me."

"See? And now that we have our daughters, I understand Pierre a lot better. I wouldn’t want some punk hurting them either. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil."

Giselle falls silent, clearly mulling over my words. She doesn’t argue—just nods slowly.

"I have to go now."

"I’ll see you at home, love." I stand up, leaning in for a kiss. But she turns away, leaving me hanging. "Guess ...