Danilo
I sat in my car for ten minutes as I contemplated what I was about to do. Normally when I was confident about something I did it without hesitation and always trusted my gut feeling. However, ever since I had arrived in Berlin I was not sure about any of my actions. I didn't want to go to our home on the outskirts of the city because I knew I would psych myself out then change my mind about everything.
I had made up my mind, despite how much it hurt, I knew I would never feel any peace if I didn't fight for my marriage. At least for the last time and if it failed again I would allow myself to move on. That would be if Dove still accepted me when I gained the courage to tell him the truth. It made me feel like a coward that I couldn't just spit it out in Milan, but when he looked at me. With those big brown eyes I just couldn't stomach breaking his heart.
