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~ Chapter Thirteen ~

Day 7 (Departure), 11:30 am

Where there is love, there is pain – Spanish Proverb

Fable

Almost two hours later, and I still don’t knohat to say

I’ confession I’m not the one who’s most traumatically affected by it either I’ it Which is, zero reaction whatsoever

He’s cold as ice Expressionless E

I’ve spent six full days and nights with hihest points His , yet I’ve never seen him act like this I don’t knohat to do for hiest, quietest four plus hours of my life Traffic was brutal The weather shitty, with constant rain and slick roads, h the windshield, the rain fell so heavily

He flicked on the radio at the very start of our journey, a clear indicator he didn’t want to talk, so I didn’t press But I wanted to Oh, hoanted to There were sothe truth? Had Vanessa really been Drew’s daughter? Did his father—her husband—have any sort of clue? Had he been aware of their affair? Exactly how long had it gone on anyway?

Fro time At least four years In the bits that he told ed him into the house and had her ith hi, Vanessa drowned

Brutal but the truth, I can feel it Hence that extra heaping dose of guilt he piles on hih, and I can’t hate him for what happened It’s not his fault, no matter how much he thinks it is She trapped him into this crazy, sick relationship, and he didn’t kno to get out of it He was a child when she started playing her twisted gaht

I slept fitfully the last hour or so of the drive, waking up with a jolt when the truck coine I liftwe’re in the parking lot of my apartment complex

Yay I’m home

“We’re here,” he says, his deep voice deathly quiet “Need help with your bag?”

I stare at hi to end it?”

His gaze meets mine and it’s full of soto win I refuse to let him drive me away “You heard what she said, Fable No way do I expect you to stick around for that”