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“I know,” I said. And I did. In that moment, I believed he was sorry. But sorrow doesn’t rewind time. Sorrow doesn’t unring a bell. Sorrow doesn’t put trust back where it was.
“So what do we do now?” he asked, voice breaking.
I took a slow breath. I could feel my pulse in my fingertips.
“Now,” I said, “I rebuild my life. And you figure out how you’re continue reading …
