"Marie is gone, Lucien. She's gone," she sobbed, holding onto his shoulders tightly.
"I know," he whispered into her hair, "If I could, I would bring her back to you," he tightened his arms around her, melding her small frame with his. They fit perfectly, he thought. He held her for a while before leading her to the bed.
He gave her a handkerchief, which she accepted and dabbed at her eyes. Lucien carefully lowered himself onto the bed beside her.
"I should have helped her. I could have pressed her further to tell me the truth," she sniffed.
Lucien lifted her chin with his index finger, turning her head in his direction. "Listen to me, it is not your fault. She made her choice," he frowned.
She nodded.
He let go of her face and held her hand. "I want to thank you for saving my life. You fought tirelessly, even when I gave up. So thank you for not giving up on me."
