“I take it back. You owe me one thing.” His hand was still holding mine. “Okay.” “You have to promise me that if shit gets tough, and it feels like you’re going under, you fucking call me.” “So you can fly back to New Orleans and fail more classes? Or maybe lose your job?” “Yes.” His hand squeezed tighter. “I don’t blame you for taking off the first time. Hell, some days I want to jump in this truck and start driving, just to get lost for awhile. Don’t beat yourself up. You did what you had to do to cope.” The hard edges of his voice softened, as did his gaze on me. “But don’t do it again.” I
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