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“You never came back for me, Sean. You just let me go. You didn’t fight for me.” He frowned and leant away from me so he could put the bottles down on the hall table. He turned and looked back over my face with his eyebrows drawn together. “I fought, George. I fought until you sent the letters back. I fought until you told me to stop.” Everything tilted. Panic began to bubble in my belly. “You sent me letters? When—I don’t—Sean, no, I never said stop. No, I wouldn’t…”
