The wind brushed through my hair, a welcome distraction from the suffocating air of the ballroom behind me. I still couldn't believe what had just happened. How it happened.
I've always been sure of my feelings. I love Ravić. With all my heart, with every piece of me that's still left to give. So why did I feel this way when I saw Angelo? It felt wrong.
It was as if the day of his father's funeral had cracked open everything we had tried burying. Every memory, every ghost of a feeling I thought I had killed. They clawed their way back up, desperate for air. For answers.
Maybe that was what I truly need. Answer. Closure.
But why do I still feel this way? Like I can't bear to even look at him. Is it because we finally knew the truth? It felt so wrong.
It doesn't change anything, still. It won't, I won't let it. He has a wife that clearly loves him. A child. And I have Ravić. I have our son. We've both moved on.
So what the hell am I thinking?
No, what the hell was he thinking?
