He cut my hair for her dying wish. He married her while I miscarried alone. A year later, her cancer was fake and my baby was real. Now he kneels in the rain, completing my list. Forgiveness isn't his to ask for.
He cut my hair for her dying wish. He married her while I miscarried alone. A year later, her cancer was fake and my baby was real. Now he kneels in the rain, completing my list. Forgiveness isn't his to ask for.
