13 parts Complete βYou shouldnβt care about me,β I whispered, closing my eyes against the harsh truth of my admittance. Shame knotted itself into a bow in my throat. There. Finally, after all this time, there was the truth: I wasnβt the kind of person who deserved to have someone care about them, the kind of person who did things right and didnβt screw up like I had.
Hayden paused in the doorway. I could imagine him looking at me, a small, sad smile across his lips. βBut I do,β he breathed back, and left.