Chapter 44
44
Jack
L ove was fire.
Love was flame.
Love burned, scalded, turned everything else to ash.
Aviva.
I could see her in front of me.
Aviva.
Aviva, my little fury, what will happen to you without me? Who will protect you from the bullies, tormentors, terrible men, if not your own bully, tormentor, terrible man?
Aviva, I love you.
Aviva, I’m sorry.
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