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I could hear her crying outside, but I couldn't bring myself to go after her. Sitting down on one of the sofas, I rubbed my face wearily, pressing my fingertips against my eyes tightly.
Why was I making this so hard?
All I had to do was try to accept that what had happened had already happened, and make an effort to begin things afresh, but even that I couldn't do.
Was I that stubborn?
Or did I think myself to be so perfect I was definitely above such mistakes?
My mind shot back to the night before. I hated to think what would have happened had Brielle not shown up when she did.
Would I have slept with Madeline?
Well, I guess we'll never know.
It was funny how I had almost made the mistake I was accusing her of.
I couldn't take her back!
No, I wasn't there yet.
