“If you don’t want this.” Her free hand signals around us. “If you need an out. If you need a getaway car. I’m your girl. I won’t say a thing. I won’t judge you. But if this isn’t right? If you need to run? Like . . .” She looks away momentarily, lips rolling together as she weighs her next words carefully. “Blink twice or something. Okay?” I don’t blink, but a tear spills out and runs down my cheek. “Fuck,” my cousin breathes. “I made you cry. I’m sorry. I just had to throw it out there.” “I love you, Violet. I’m not sure I’ve ever told you that. But you? Your family? Those weeks on the ranch
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