“I won’t give up Seattle for you, so you turn on me?” My eyes are burning, but I will not cry. “You show up with her”—I gesture toward Lillian at the table—“and say all these hateful things to me? I thought we were past this. What happened to you not being able to live without me? What happened to you trying your best to treat me the way you should?” He looks away from me, and for a moment, a barely recognizable moment, I see a deeper emotion behind his hateful glare. “There is a big difference between not being able to live without someone and loving them,” he says. And like that, he walks
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How the fuck do we come back from this? I know we have to, there's still another book
