Me: Think and plan for what?
Zara: Where I’m going to move and live.
Panic swept through me. She was planning to move away. She was trying to get as far away from me as she could. Well, I had news for her—over my dead body.
Me: I’m not going to allow you to do that. Your home is here with me. We’re going to build a house, remember? And raise a family on the compound.
Zara: That was all a pipe dream. You’re not the kind of man to settle down. And if you are, it’s not with me. It’s okay, Demon. You can tell me the truth, just stop lying. Yes, it hurt the way you told me we were done, but at least be man enough to tell me the truth now.
Me: I’m not lying! I do want you. I can’t breathe without you. I’m not going to give up. And stop calling me Demon! My name is Luca.
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Zara: I need to go. I have to get some sleep.
Me: Baby, please think about what I said. Call me. I love you. I wish you were here. Goodnight.
I knew I had pushed her enough for one night. I didn’t want to stop the texting, but I had to give what I said time to sink into her brain. Deep down, I prayed she knew I wasn’t lying, that she’d recognize it and know she overreacted. And she’d come home. If she didn’t come back before I got my passport fixed, then I was going to get her, come hell or high water.