“And him?” she asked. “Were you going to leave without him?” I inched forward, my legs on both sides of her thigh as I gently patted her face. “The best thing for him is to be as far away from me as possible,” I said. But instead of trying to convince me otherwise, she just scoffed. “You’re such a coward.” I tensed a little, but I kept my mouth shut, moving the hot towel around her face. I wasn’t a coward about everything. “Emmy, I gotta bring him home,” she told me. “Help me. I know you loved him. How can anyone not love him?” A small laugh escaped through the lump lodged in my throat. True.
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