And then, after a moment, with bitter vehemence, “I wish I were anyone other than me.” “Why?” she asked, her voice muffled. “Why? My past is a cesspool, Evie.” “That’s hardly news.” “I can’t ever atone for the things I’ve done. Christ, I wish I had it to do over again! I would try to be a better man for you. I would—” “You don’t have to be anything other than what you are.” Lifting her head, Evie stared at him through the radiant shimmer of her tears. “Isn’t that what you told me earlier? If you can love me without conditions, Sebastian, can’t I love you the same way? I know who you are. I
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