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Ah.
"Or that you only enjoyed talking to me. Alone."
Incredibile, Lorenzo thought. The smugness in his wife's tone was undeniable, and he actually found it cute.
"And I get this, too."
He stared at her warily.
"What you're doing now."
Her tone was gently teasing but tender at the same time, and he just didn't know how to handle it.
"Every time you're suddenly silent, it just means there are things you don't want to say. Or things you're not ready to think about. And as much as I want to tease you about this—-"
His wife cupped his face.
"I don't want to ever risk making you think, even by accident, that I'm ashamed of you. Or that I don't want to be seen with you. I just hate seeing you hurt in any way—-" Her voice suddenly broke. "And I hate it the most if I'm the one to hurt you—-"
"You haven't hurt me," he gritted out. "You've never wanted to hurt me—-"
"But I can. Can't I?"
He finally realized where this was going.
"Others can't ever hurt you," she choked out, "but I know I can."
And even though a part of him wanted to push her away—-
"Because you love me, too."
Lorenzo was tired of hiding from the truth.
"Don't you?"
His wife gave her a teary smile.
"Wait here. I have something to give you."
She went away and came back in mere moments, a journal in her hands.
"I want you to read this."
His heart slammed hard against his chest.
A part of him was still terrified.
And that part of him was hell-bent on self-harm.
It would rather destroy his only chance at happiness than risk rejection.
Her expression turned uncertain when he remained unmoving. "What is it?"
Alright, God.
For almost his entire life, Lorenzo had been afraid to trust God.
But this time, he would take another chance.
