![]() She wasn’t at all certain how she could have managed without him to provide her with love. Peter had adjusted well to life in the orphanage. Tomorrow she’d add another minute to the tally, until eventually she would think of him not at all. There was at least half an hour every day when she didn’t think about him. A month had passed since Sterling had left for the country. With a weary sigh, Frannie closed the ledger. He roared, his anguish reverberating throughout the room, bringing him no comfort. He felt their absence as soul-rending emptiness. She wasn’t in the residence and neither was Peter. He knew it was pointless to go searching for her. When Sterling woke up the following morning, he was alone. She simply hadn’t expected it to hurt so much. Frannie had always known the moment would come when she would no longer be in his life. When they lay in each other’s arms afterward, it was bittersweet. ![]() There was a roughness to their lovemaking, as though they were both clinging to something that they could never hold forever. ![]() That night Sterling made love to her for the first time in ages. ![]()
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