Liliana watched him with a calm expression, her voice as light and soft as a feather.
"Linton."
"What are you crying for?"
"What do you possibly have to cry about?"
Linton fell silent.
He had been in the throes of a deep, sorrowful cry, missing her and the baby terribly.
But her sharp words cut through his grief, and he didn't dare to cry anymore. He choked back his tears, his voice hoarse and strained.
"Okay, I'll stop crying. Don't be angry."
Liliana blinked, confused. "I'm not angry. I'm just curious why you're crying."
Honestly.
She wasn't trying to mock him.
She was genuinely curious why a man who was over six feet tall and not exactly a kid was standing there crying for no reason. What could he possibly be crying about?
Linton sniffled, his red-rimmed eyes fixed on her. "It's… it's nothing…"
"I was just… I just… Ugh, forget it. You wouldn't want to hear it anyway."
Liliana's mouth twitched. Without a second of hesitation, she turned and walked away.
This conversation was going nowhere.
Linton was walking on eggshells around her. The slightest move from Liliana sent him into a panic, terrified he would upset her and get kicked out.
He cherished this time living under her family's roof, wishing time would slow down so he could stay a few more days, gather a few more memories.
He knew that once the baby was born, it would be time for him to get lost.
He knew.
He had always known.


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