“Fine. You don’t need therapy. Or maybe we both do. I don’t care anymore. You don’t want to be in my life anyway, so it doesn’t matter.” “Grace, I—” “No. I’m done. You said it’s over, and I’m listening to you this time. Because I can’t keep doing this.” Reality was hitting me square in the face. This was really it. I twisted his ring off my finger. “You have to go. This house isn’t your responsibility. I’m not your responsibility. You can’t be with me? Fine. Then we’re done.” His dark brow furrowed and his hands clenched into fists. He looked down at the ring pinched between my thumb and
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