Bria stared at him, her eyes full of a thousand emotions she wouldn’t say out loud. Inside, she felt herself growing colder by the second. The distance between them was impossible to ignore now. The boy who used to listen to her every word, who needed her, who depended on her—he was gone for good. He’d grown up, and he didn’t need her anymore. She couldn’t control him anymore, either.
Steven let out a heavy sigh, his eyes dropping to her injured hand, the missing fingers a sharp reminder of everything that had changed. His heart softened despite himself. “Come on, let me take you home.”
Bria gave a sad, brittle smile. Out of nowhere, she asked, “Steven, are you still hung up on Ms. Anderson?
“You really loved her, didn’t you?”
Steven felt a sharp ache in his chest. “Bria, I’ve already divorced her. That’s over. From now on, it’s just you and me. I’ll stay by your side. I’ll take care of you. I’ll love you.”
Bria tried to smile, but it looked forced, as if the effort physically hurt her. “Do you actually love me, Steven? Or are you just doing this because you promised, all those years ago?”
He bent down, held her hand tight. “Bria, my feelings for you have never changed. I mean it. I’d let the world down before I’d ever let you down.”
She laughed, but tears spilled down her cheeks. She wasn’t stupid. She’d seen him in love before—completely, recklessly in love with her. This wasn’t that. She’d been back in his life for more than a month, but he still wouldn’t touch her. That was all the answer she needed. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, no matter how much he pretended, the only thing keeping him here was guilt and maybe a sense of duty.
Steven felt a mess of emotions. He leaned in and pulled her into a tight hug. “Bria, don’t overthink this. Don’t make it more complicated than it is. Once we’re married, I promise I’ll make you happy.”
Even though she knew better, Bria felt a twinge of hope. “Okay. I’ll listen to you.”
As long as he still felt guilty, she didn’t feel like she’d lost everything. A man like Steven could have easily walked away and left her behind. But he hadn’t. That had to count for something, didn’t it? Maybe that was enough.
***
It was half past three when Lucie drove back to the hospital.
“Elio, you should head back now,” she said as she parked.
He looked annoyed. “You’re really that eager to get rid of me?”
She frowned. “No, it’s just getting late…”
“Late for what?”
“I need to look after my grandpa. I don’t have time to argue with you.”
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