But in her heart, she knew she had to say it… while there was still a future, even if that future meant without him. That was a better choice than being on her deathbed and knowing that Falcon never really loved her.
Falcon moved away. The space between them felt like a chasm.
“What do you intend to do?” he asked quietly.
“Leave. Go back to New York. Look for myself in a place that’s familiar and hopefully find it.”
A long pause, then…
“Don’t. Stay here. You love it here. Finish the job.,” Falcon suggested, “I’ll leave. I won’t stand in your way,” he declared.
Carla was too stunned to reply even as she saw him go out the door. She wanted to run after him and scream that she changed her mind. She wanted him here with her and the baby. But she stayed rooted to the spot. A woman torn between something she knew was right and wanting something that may turn out wrong.
The sound of the helicopter taking off did nothing to drown the sobs that emanated from her soul. He was gone.
