“Did you call him?” my dad snapped, his eyes, which matched mine, blazing with anger. “Even one time while you two were broken up…did you reach out to him or to Bella to ask how they were doing?” Shame simmered in my gut, making me want to slump over in pain. I hadn’t called. I hadn’t done anything but hurt and drink and cry. Fuck. “I need to apologize to him.” Especially before… “I think you need to wait for Bexley to tell you what role you’re allowed in his life. You left…that boy has had a lot of leaving, very little staying. He doesn’t need you to confuse him.” My dad’s icy tone might as
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