“And how can I even believe you’ll be back?” Brooke shook her head as she raked her hands through her hair, laughing emptily, almost wildly. “I’m supposed to be sitting here, in love with you and wanting you, constantly waiting, which is terrible enough. But then, how will I know that you’re really going to be back and not change your mind? When Faircombe has never been enough for you?”
The ANGST 😩😌
