C119 One hundred and nineteen

“You promised,” he whispers. He lets go of me to run his hands through his hair. “You promised me, Elna. Your beginning, middle and end.” Jumping to his feet, he folds his hands behind his head and murmurs, “You promised. You can’t leave me. Baby, please.”

Unable to look him in the eyes, I bury my face into the pillow and continue shaking my head. I know the answer to his question now