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g so goddamn cruel," Dorian spat, his hand o

that radiated up my arm. But it was nothing compared to the cold ache

l click. The part of me that still hoped, that still made excuses for him, that still loved

r, my movements precise and deliberate, and hit the

ding," he said, his vo

n' t rise. It didn' t need to. Th

knew, the woman who would have broken down by now, who woul

' t ther

ed on its hinges. "You want to be this way? Fine. Don' t come crying

ed the d

ding on the corner, looking lost and pathetic. He put his arm around her, pulling her into a comfor

shaking so violently I could barely grip the steering wh

gone. In its place was a triumphant, mocking smile. She met my ey

the same house but not speaking, not looking at each other. The air was thick with rese

beer in his hand. "He' s just got a soft spot for a

take it home. He sees a struggling single mom, he has to save her. It' s about his own

past.

get T-boned at an intersection, and then being thrown into the system. They didn' t know the gnawing hunger, the cold ni

fierce in the dark. "I' ll get us out of here, Addie. I swear. I' ll make you a hom

. He built this house for me, filled it with light and warmth and everything we never had. He called me hi

scending. "All men get distracted sometimes. You can' t just throw

rom Dorian. This was the olive branch he was offering, through them. He expected me to

me hardened. No

ed via my best friend, Jaclyn. She sent me a scree

on a piece of paper. A man, a woman, and a little boy. Underneath, Brittny had written: "My C

run cold. It was the man' s hand, resting on

hand better

simple, platinum wedding band I

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