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The admission hung between us, honest and painful.
“I’m sorry,” he added. “I’m so sorry, Sienna.”
The apology was genuine. I could hear it in his voice, see it in the way he couldn’t quite meet my eyes. But it also felt late, like flowers brought to a funeral. Beautiful, meaningful, but unable to change what had already happened.
“Yes,” I said simply.continue reading …
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