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Crumbling Into Pieces
..Isabella POV...
Clayton has left the room; he seems angry and is about to burst out in a fit of anger. I know the truth needs to be revealed, but he is scared beyond compare, and right now, I am the last person that he wants to see.
So as he leaves the driveway, I grab a comfy blanket and my notebook to start planning for the arrival of our little Jackson Junior. But I soon find myself writing him a letter.
"My dear Clayton,
For days I've been looking for the right words to express my feelings to you. To the man I love.
And I hope I won't disappoint you because there is so much I would like to say to you, and there are not enough words to explain my deepest thoughts about you.
Thank you for entering my life when I least expected it and when I most needed it.
Thank you for regaining my hope when I'd almost given up on my dreams to find someone with whom I'd share my laughter and tears and with whom I won't be afraid to be who I truly
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