“I can’t stay here. I honestly should’ve left the second my house burned down.” Richard cocked his head to the side, watching me with a look so heavy it made my feet sink into the earth below me, anchoring me with his attention like a tether on a bungee jumper. I was leaping into the unknown but I was strangely okay with that. “Why didn’t you?” Richard asked. I wanted to lie. I wanted to say it was because I needed money, or because my car had broken down, or because I needed time to figure out where I was going next. But instead— Instead, I answered his honesty with my own, the words bright
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