Dylan smiles, but it’s missing its usual warmth. My heart clenches at the sight of it. Without noticing the tension in the air, Thomas gives me a kiss on the cheek and then heads to the driver’s side. “I’ll be in the truck.” I step away, out of earshot, and wait for Dylan to follow. He takes a deep breath when he reaches me and then speaks. “I’m so sorry for everything you went through. For my part in it, for your shitty parents, and the even shittier hand you were dealt.” Instead of highlighting that he had nothing to be sorry for, I simply say, “thank you,” and nod. “I want you to know that
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