He’d worn the TAG Heuer for almost two decades. It was almost a part of him. He unsnapped it and fit its steel band over her wrist. “You tell me,” he sobbed gently.
She touched the watch and smiled up at him again. “It’s my time.”
“I know.”
“I wish…”
“So do I.”
“Say it once,” said Tisa. “We will never be able to experience it, but please at least let me hear it.”
Mercer couldn’t see her through his tears. “I love you, Tisa.”
She never heard. She was already gone.
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