At that moment his head lowered, his face buried near the side of her neck. "You must have gone through hell. I know you did. I can see it in your eyes… and I hate that I wasn't there."
Cecilia didn't speak. Her hands were now resting on his back. She didn't want to speak. Not yet.
Mark pulled back just a little, enough to see her face, but still held her in his arms. His eyes were glassy, red at the corners. His lips were trembling.
"I don't even know how to ask for forgiveness… but please, Cecilia…" His voice dropped. "Please find a place in your heart to forgive me."
Her eyes remained closed, but a small tear slipped down the corner.
Because she missed this. She missed him.
She missed his arms. His voice. His scent. His warmth.
She had always told herself Mark is not a bad man. No matter what she went through, no matter how much she suffered, she knew deep in her heart, he was never the enemy, it was his family and she's going to deal with anyone who had a hand in it.
