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“Fine,” I say on a huff

He chuckles, and this ti coious I stop theacross my lips

In his arht, but he’s careful not to hurtthe two versions of Trent

The one who treated me like a servant, forced me to write papers, and had me volunteer

That Trent was nasty, cruel, belittling Yet the one I see nowThis is the same man who brushed an old lady’s hair and helped Henry find his son He tied shoes, cleaned, and stayed with me in the hospital every day

It’s hard to figure out who the real Trent is

I don’t think he knows either I think he’s lived in a dark world for too long, and he doesn’t reht anymore

I want to show hirateful for

My erous

Butto see him shine

If I let those walls down, if I stop protecting

If the gamble isn’t worth it, if Trent turns out not to be the man I think he is beneath all the practiced hatred?

He can use that against me

All the things in ainst me

Trent’s driverbecause as Trent walks up the sidewalk to the door, it swings open, and everyone in the house greets us

Each one of the to make sure I’m okay, but Trent doesn’t want to stop Instead, he walks down the hall

To his room

“What are we doing in your roos the door open with me still in his arms

“You’ll be staying in here for the ti”

I take in the grandiose space for the first time It’s oversized, dark, and neat Just like I expected It also only has one bed

“And where will you be staying?” I trail off