Love You More (Tessa Leoni, #1)(115)
Bobby Dodge is right—killing someone is not something to be thankful for. It’s a necessary evil that costs you a piece of yourself and a connection to humanity you never get back.
But you don’t need to feel sorry for me.
I recently started with a global security firm, making more money while working better hours. My boss read my story in the paper and called me with the job offer. He believes I have one of the finest strategic minds he’s ever encountered, with an uncanny ability to foresee obstacles and anticipate next steps. There’s a demand for those kinds of skills, especially in this day and age; I’ve already been promoted twice.
Now I drop off Sophie at school each morning. I go to work. Mrs. Ennis picks Sophie up at three. I join them at six. We eat dinner together, then I take Sophie home.
She and I tend the apartment, do homework. Then, at nine, we go to bed. We share a room. Neither of us sleeps much, and even three months later, we’re still not ready for the dark.
Mostly, we snuggle together, Gertrude nestled between us.
Sophie likes to rest with her head on my shoulder, her fingers splayed in the palm of my hand.
“Love you, Mommy,” she tells me each and every night.
And I say, my cheek pressed against the top of her dark hair: “Love you more, baby. I love you more.”