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I approach him, then sit on the other end of the couch My voice is heavy when I say, “She has scars on the back of her shoulder”

“Fro off a mountain bike,” Dax says, the hope in his voice pathetic It’s clear that’s the story she gave him and her family

“From an RPG,” I correct

“Fuck,” he ?”

“It’s her job She loves it Apparently, she’s not going to give it up, so she chose not to tell you and your faer so you don’t worry”

“But she told you,” he points out

“Because she doesn’t care about me” It’s a painful truth I just recently realized She had no proble me about it because, in her o further and in Willow’s mind, our relationship had such defined boundaries that whether her job worriedto be a worry of hers

She just didn’t care about h to want to keep it a secret to protect me

It’s a heavy adether I orried about her and her welfare, yet she wasn’t concerned in the least about s

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Dax murmurs

I’s that I’ about

“I think she cares about you,” he continues

“Doesn’t matter” That co up, so I rise froether anyh, because I have ato attend”

“Why did you break up?” he pro as well

“Because I don’t like what your sister does for a living,” I state “I don’t want to have to worry about her like that, so I gave her an ultimatum She chose to walk away”

I brace for Dax to be offended by that, but he just nods “I’d try to get her to stop, too I understand”