“You said to me once that you only apologize to people you care about. You never came to me. You didn’t try to make things right with me. Or was avoiding me your way of telling me you didn’t want to?” He looked away and I felt my heart crack. “Did the other morning mean anything to you?” I asked. “Yes,” he said. “It did.” “Then why? Is it because I refused to sit back and let you dictate what’s best for me?” “No.” “Damn it, Knox!” I exploded, moving closer to him, leaving only the desk between us. “Use your fucking words and tell me why you don’t want me!” Anger etched his features. “I want
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