Chapter 85

There was a letter there, from Milo. A short paragraph. With a trembling hand, Rain held up the letter and through the blur of his tears, read Milo’s words.

My beautiful Rain,

Losing you was like watching the last fire rise in my life. I’m living off ashes and smoke since you left. But if there’s one thing you taught me in the last years, is that dreams are the only real way to stoke the flames in our hearts, and so, here I go on my own, daring to chase not a dream, but the mere idea of it.

The idea will have to be enough for now.

I’ll always remember what it was like to walk into our bedroom at night and see you asleep in our bed and how much of those nights I took for granted.

My precious and sweet husband, these papers mean nothing to me, but because they mean the world to you, here they are, signed and delivered.

Milo

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