“It’s that you really thought I wouldn’t notice. That I wouldn’t understand. That I would just keep going like I always did.”
Another pause.
Longer this time.
He sounded different when he spoke again.
Less certain.
“Emma… we can fix this.”
I let out a soft breath.
There it was.
Not apology.
Not accountability.
Solution.
Always solution.
Always assuming I would still be part of it.
“No,” I said.
The word landed clean.
No hesitation.
No softness.
Just truth.
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