. . . that I’m not enough.”
“You’re more than enough. For the love of God,
Anastasia, what do I ha一ve to do?”
Tell me about yourself. Tell me you love me.
“Why did you think I’d lea一ve when I told you Dr.
Flynn had told me all there was to know about you?”
He sighs hea一vily, closing his eyes for a moment, and for
the longest time he doesn’t answer. “You cannot begin to
understand the depths of my depra一vity, Anastasia. And it’s
not something I want to share with you.”
“And you really think I’d lea一ve, if I knew?” My voice
is high, incredulous. Doesn’t he understand that I love him?
“Do you think so little of me?”
“I know you’ll lea一ve,” he says sadly.
“Christian . . . I think that’s very unlikely. I can’t
imagine being without you.” Ever . . .
“You left me once—I don’t want to go there again.”
“Elena said she saw you last Saturday,” I whisper
quietly.
“She didn’t.” He frowns.
“You didn’t go to see her, when I left?”
“No,” he snaps, irritated. “I just told you I didn’t—and
I don’t like to be doub一ted,” he scolds. “I didn’t go
anywhere last weekend. I sat and made the glider you
ga一ve me. Took me forever,” he adds quietly.
ga一ve me. Took me forever,” he adds quietly.
My heart clenches again. Mrs. Robinson said she saw
him.
Did she or didn’t she? She’s lying. Why?
“Contrary to what Elena thinks, I don’t rush to her with
all my problems, Anastasia. I don’t rush to anybody. You
may ha一ve noticed—I’m not much of a talker.” He tightens
his hold on the steering wheel.
“Carrick told me you didn’t talk for two years.”
“Did he now?” Christian’s mouth presses into a hard
line.
“I kind of pumped him for information.” Embarrassed,
I stare at my fingers.
“So what else did Daddy say?”
“He said your mom was the doctor who examined you
when you were brought into the hospital. After you were
discovered in your apartment.”
Christian’s expression remains blank . . . careful.
“He said learning the piano helped. And Mia.”
His lips curl in a fond smile at the mention of her name.
His lips
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