“Why are you here?” I asked him. Rowan stared at me, still breathing heavily. I wondered why he stopped. If he would’ve stopped if I wasn’t here. Maybe he would’ve killed Ronnie. “Why am I here?” he repeated, his tone low and dangerous. I nodded, the world spinning more as a result. “Why are you always here?” I was shouting now. I didn’t quite know why, but I knew that I’d been holding in a scream for so long, since my mother walked in the door of the bakery. I was physically unable to hold it in any longer. “Why are you coming here, saving the fucking day?” I shrieked, pointing to the bar
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