❤❤❤ CALEB ❤❤❤

Glued against Victoria's door, I could hear her crying hot tears which had the gift of tearing the hair on my pulpit. It makes me sick to be the author of her pain and not to be able to take her in my arms to console her and tell her how sorry I am. I wipe the tears that had flowed from my eyes and advance in spite of myself to the living room. Most of them have already left. I'm certainly not going to admit defeat if Vicky thinks that I'm going to stay there without doing anything to win her back, she's swarming, we did...