C51 Make It Work
Maksimillian
“I don’t want to marry you, Maks,” Zenovia added, giving me a look of pleading. Pleading me to understand her.
I tapped my fingers on my thigh, trying to think how I’d convince her to let me stay with her and for us to live together. I certainly did not want to let go of her, with our children, to boot!
The car stopped, and I was grateful for the intermission to help me make think