“I’ll listen closely, wondering if I actually heard a sound or if it’s just my imagination playing tricks on me. I’ll hold my breath and be really still, and I’ll just listen quietly. I’m quiet. I’m still. I’m holding my breath. I’m listening. I’m concentrating really hard while my head rests on her thighs. I don’t know when I lowered it here, but my hands are still gripping her waist. I’m trying to figure out if those words are going to hit me and completely knock my heart a...round like a punching bag all over again, or if it was just my imagination. God, I hope it was my imagination. A tear hits my cheek that just fell straight from her eyes. “I didn’t find out until I was already in Italy,” she says, her voice coated and laced with sorrow and shame. “I’m so sorry.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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