“You decide to tell me something like that now…when I’m in Scotland, and I’ve just started with a new club. How the fuck do you see this working out, Freya?” “I don’t, obviously,” I exclaim, my chest rising defensively. “Just like you never saw us working out together. The game is certainly up on that.” He shakes his head, his jaw ticking with agitation. “Why did you come today? To make me feel guilty? To fuck with my head?” “No, Mac. That’s not why I came,” I argue, hurt and confusion coursing through my veins. “I came because I heard you were struggling, and despite my feelings, I’m still
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