“I waited for you,” he rasps. “I’m still waiting for you. But you gotta meet me halfway.” He searches my face with a look of desperation as his thumb brushes the side of my jaw. “Can you meet me halfway, baby?” When my silence prevails, his hand drops down to his side. “You’re a coward,” he whispers, voice gravelly. “And I won’t erase her from my life just because it hurts.” He starts to leave but stops at the kitchen’s entrance, his face grim. “She wouldn’t have wanted this for us, Mara. Do you remember the night of prom at Lake Bonnie? Do you remember what she said?” I remember everything.
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