“I was on my way to the police station,” I finally admit, unable to look at him. “I was going to tell them everything about you.” Christian bites his lip and nods. “Can you even begin to understand how utterly hopeless I felt to press that tracker? To know that I hated you in that moment, but you were the only person in the world that could help me?” He looks down and then back up at me, trying to be brave and hold my searing, furious gaze. “Why would you manipulate me like that? All I think about when I look back on our relationship is how it all feels fabricated now. None of it feels real.”
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