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Chapter 70

“Can’t we at least be friends?” he asked.

I started walking again to my car, not answering. I didn’t answer because I wasn’t sure what my answer would be. I’d fallen hard for this man. He could so easily charm me into doing something I knew would not be good for me.

I got to my car, put the key in the door, glanced over my shoulder expecting to see him still standing there. Instead, I saw he had dropped the roses and candy on the ground and was walking away, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

Somehow that was worse than anything else he might have done. 51: Funeral for a Former Friend

We were late for Kayla’s celebration of life service on Sunday afternoon. I had stopped at a gas station and considered buying a pack of cigarettes, thinking they would somehow help me get through that day. Noah made a disgusted face when he saw I was going to buy cigarettes. He pantomimed throwing up all over my car just to make sure his point was clear.