#Chapter78
/"I know he does... He told me he does... But I don’t know if he’s still in love with me. I think there’s maybe someone else./" She glances my way again, and the trusting ache reflected in those pleading eyes tells me she truly does not look at me and see a threat. She has no idea he could look at me that way, and it only kills me more. Throat dries up, my body gets clammy and my skin cools as all my blood drains from me. I stammer, clear my throat to get a grip on my voice and then take a deep breath.
/"Have you asked him?/" I force out, gulping hard, trying to evade this conversation, yet caught in it with no chance of escape. She shakes her head sadly.
