“I was left by you.” It’s those words that make my eyes sting. I can’t hold his gaze, so I look down at my lap. “I’m sorry.” “I’m not asking you to be sorry. I just…” He sighs. “I’m terrified. I’m fucking terrified, Darby.” The road is straight, narrow, and empty, so I reach out and pull one of his hands off the wheel, wrapping it in my own. “I’ve never been enough to make someone stay before. I think that might be why I’ve fought so hard to be successful, to make money, to have a name. I’ve been fighting to be enough for someone.” His voice cracks. “To be enough for you.” I crack open, too,
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