"I’m sorry, Elsa," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I just... I can’t stop thinking about you and him. It’s driving me crazy. Every time I picture you with Lucas, I can’t think straight. It’s tearing me apart."
My heart clenched in my chest at his words. I understood his pain, more than he probably realised. If the roles were reversed, if I had to see him with someone else, someone who could be a threat to everything we stood for, I wouldn’t handle it well either. The jealousy, the fear—it was all-consuming.
"Adam," I said softly, resting my head against his chest for a moment, "we have to stay strong. You and me. We can’t let this break us apart. I need you with me. I need you to trust me and to believe in what we’re doing. We have to be united if we’re going to face this. C
