#Chapter72
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WESTLEY
The silence stretched between us. Bad idea. Now I completely regretted coming over, asking for his help because he must be damn mocking at me right now.
When the tingles swept at the back of my neck toward my face, I stood up. My shaky legs numbly stepped away from the still silent Clyve.
Fear of humiliation had already gotten into me. I swallowed hard as I gathered myself, ready to bolt out of this cabin. I was hoping not to see him again, but I knew it was impossible.
My eyes blurred with unshed tears, and my heart ached for Keene. I let him down one more time.
/"Where are you going?/" he asked, clearly confused.
My body stiffened for a moment. I couldn’t face him, afraid he would see the tears that were about to roll down my face.
/"I will do everything to help him,/" he said softly.
