Liam
The tears were what did it.
Not Dr. Cole’s voice cutting across the room. Not Xavier’s cry. Not even the sound Lyra made when the words landed
It was the tears.
Quiet and unplanned, falling without her permission.
I had done that.
I had looked at the woman I loved, the woman I had spent a year destroying myself trying to find, and I had hurt her once more with my words.
What kind of a man was I?
A disappointment. Aries rumbled angrily. You hurt her again.
Dr. Cole closed her notepad. When she finally looked at me, her expression held no anger, just a steady, clear-eyed assessment that made me feel worse than I already was.
“I have sat in this room with a great many couples,” she said. “I have watched people say things they cannot take back.” A pause. “Do you know what mos
