Iktome Plains saltmouth

Her words glossed over him, finding little to relate to and wondering, too late, if he had bitten off more than he could chew. The closest Matteo had come to love was the bond he shared with Iseul. It was a different kind; one shared between family not husbands.

"Sometimes, to love someone is to let them go." His sisters, his brother, even the isle itself he had loved and chosen to let be. Teya, poor Teya. "Your children must be worried about you, shouldn't you return to them?" They deserved a mother's love far more than a dead husband did.

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