Pedro POVI rose her upward gently and cupped her beautiful face with both hands, staring down at her flushed, smiling expression. She was so incredibly beautiful — glowing, satisfied, and looking at me like I was her whole world. I loved her so much it physically hurt. I didn’t know how I was going to let her go.I wanted her near me. I wanted her around me every single day. I wanted to scream it from the rooftops.I kissed her slowly, deeply, like I was trying to memorize every second, every taste, every soft sound she made — so I would never forget. Then I pulled her into a tight, almost desperate hug, holding her like she might disappear if I let go.“Uncle Pedro…” she whispered against my chest.“I care about you so much, Michelle,” I murmured into her hair. “I just want you to know that.”“I love you,” she replied softly, her voice full of sincerity.My heart clenched painfully. She was too good for me. Too pure. Too innocent for the darkness that surrounded my life. I couldn’t
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