Page 56 of Infidelity Rules

Marcus,

You have brought magic into my life. I feel you pounding in my heart. Swirling in my head. And electrifying every bit of me, from the inside out, whenever you’re near.

I know, in the marrow of my bones, that I will never, ever, find another love like you.

I could find a different kind of love. Someday. Maybe.

But your baby can never find a different kind of father. You’re it.

Marcus, I cannot be the kind of woman who stands between a father and son. I can’t be the ongoing, daily cause of this little boy’s pain.

Marcus, my love, I am sorry. I need to let you go and there’s no way I could survive doing this in person.

I am dissolving now, as I write this.

You will forever have my heart. And I hope I will forever be a part of yours.

I will love you for the rest of my life.

Quinn

P.S.

Your eyes are blue

This is one lucky baby

He’ll have the love of you. And maybe the love of cheese, too.

Your eyes are still the bluest of blues

Cheese