“Okay,” Preston muttered, maybe to himself, drumming his hands on his thighs and pacing again. “It’s fine. Fucked up, but fine. Same result. I always knew you were leaving.”
Even then… he’s thoroughly in love with her. There’s no out for him. This was so bittersweet for me. I love Harmony and childhood trauma is the worst, but still… two wrongs don’t make a right.
