“The car.” He jabs his finger inside, his chest lurching. “You. Right now. I fucking get it, okay? It’s a series of unfortunate events. It’s not your fault, none of it, but for fuck’s sake, Lennon, accept the help when it’s offered to you. You can continue hating me while you do it, and I’ll make it easier for you by driving you up the fucking wall.” His rapid breathing slows as his frustration wanes, like he sees my fight dimming. “C’mon, honey,” he murmurs, the soft words carrying across the frigid air, warming parts of me that have no business being warmed. He holds his hand out to me. “Get
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