“We’re two of a kind, you know?” I told her. “Both too stubborn for our own good. He came after you, but your heart had steeled, and there was nothing to do except keep putting one foot in front of the other and never look back, right?” I knew her because I knew myself. We were the same. Tears welled in her eyes, and she shook her head to herself. “I would’ve liked to make love to him just once.” “So why didn’t you?” “Because he wouldn’t pay for it,” she shot back, her eyes full of pride. Pain hit my heart.
