Chapter 77
- “What, Lucas?” I asked. “Give me one good reason to stay, because I don’t think there are any.”
- “I love you,” he said, fast; too fast. “I do. I thought you knew that, and…”
- “You don’t,” I said. “You love the idea of me. You loved that I was willing to give you children, and you love that I… I don’t know what you love, but you don’t love me.”