The air thinned around me, making it genuinely hard to drag breath into my lungs. Trembling beneath the intensity of it all, I forced a small smile and a small limp wave. What other way was there to greet the boy you'd spent years loving? The boy whose father had tried to molest you. The boy who you ripped the heart out of the last time you saw him. Jesus. I watched Joey stiffen, his eyes heated and focused entirely on me. He didn’t smile. He didn’t wave. He just stared at me. This was too much. It was way too fucking much. There were so many unspoken words, so many unanswered questions
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