Out of all the things I had missed the most. It had been that girl. I thought I had done what was best—loved her enough to let her go, given her a chance to get out of Dayton, but the look on her face last week when I went to her mom’s trailer… I couldn’t help but wonder if I had hurt her more than I had saved her. I had never wanted to leave her; I had only wanted her to leave me. Because she deserved so much better than me.
