“But I swear to you, the one I love now is you. I promised you I’d be with you, and I won’t go back on that. Please, just believe me.”
Solenne stared into his deep, tender eyes and whispered, “Then… are you going to run away with me in five days?”
In five days, she was supposed to leave Brooklyn to find Luther.
If Rockwell would come with her that day—if he’d give up his revenge against Luther—then maybe, just maybe, she could give him one last chance.
But once again, Rockwell let her down.
He hesitated. And in that pause, she already knew his answer.
Still, when he finally said it out loud, it cut her like a blade.
“I’m sorry, Solenne. Five days is too rushed. I can’t guarantee we’d get away clean. Someone will notice.”
From the moment she saw his hesitation, she knew he wouldn’t choose her.
But hearing him say it—confirm it—it still hurt like hell.
She let out a dry, bitter laugh. “Got it.”
He noticed her mood shift, and tried to comfort her, gently ruffling her hair. “Don’t overthink it. I love you. Trust me.”
Just then, a nurse’s voice rang out from the hallway.
“Ma’am, are you here to visit the patient? You’ve been standing outside this room for so long.”
The door creaked open.