Damage. Love.

By Rebecca Milton

Her mother dead, she grew up with a father that had a very odd, very confusing definition of love. As she got older, she adopted his definition and it kept her safe, secure, happy and removed. Now, the time had come to make a choice; damage or love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AmorBooks.com
• Release date: Jan 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005025236

Rebecca Milton

Rebecca Milton writes sizzling erotica and romance for the thinking person. On her free time she enjoys taking her Alaskan Malamute for long, long walks. He enjoys it too.

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Damage. Love.

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Rebecca Milton

Copyright 2022 Rebecca Milton

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My mother was dying. I remember standing by her bed in the hospital, seeing her face which had grown ashen, thin and bitter, through bleary eyes. I didn’t know exactly what was happening. I didn’t know why she was dying, no one was explaining this to me, I was too young, I only knew that I was never going to see her again. She reached for my father’s hand, grasped it, drew a breath and spoke to him.

I love you, Harold, she said and my father... he nodded. He didn’t say anything at first, he just nodded, accepted the words and nodded. My mother’s eyes got fierce and I thought for a moment that she was going to make a miraculous recovery, spring from the bed and be fine. She gave my father’s hand a pull and he almost fell on the bed. She drew a hard breath and spoke again. I love you, Harold, she said again, determined. My father steadied himself and gave her a weak smile.

I love you too, Adele, he said, but even at that young age, I could hear he was lying. My mother must not have heard what I heard or perhaps she chose