My fingers shook as I unlocked the door and held it open so Kara could enter. “We’ll get something better,” I promised her. I didn’t know how, with neither of us having a job, but I would. I’d be the man she needed me to be. I’d step up and make her a home. Take care of her. But guilt plagued me. I’d been part of the most traumatic events of her life. I’d been part of the reason she’d fled back to her parents’ home for that trauma to continue in a whole new way. I owed Kara more than money could buy and I knew it. I didn’t think for a second I was worthy of her, and yet that connection between
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