Unfortunately, I can’t give her answers I don’t have. Magnolia’s motives don’t matter to me anymore, but I know they matter to Keira, and I understand why she needs answers.
Stronger than the circumstances that brought us together. Her words and tight grip fill me with another measure of hope for the future. I wouldn’t take back that night for anything.” She squeezes my hand. “That’s not the part I’m struggling with. Without it, I would’ve never known you existed.” “Regardless of how or why she did it, getting that note was the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me. I reach out and take her hand, closing mine around it. I want to make one thing absolutely fucking clear before this conversation is over-that I’m thankful as hell I got that note. Keira nods, as if at a loss for words, her confusion and emotions warring on her face. ” Keira trails off, and I can guess where she’s going with it.
“She knew that the note was supposed to go to Brett. I’ve learned that, and I let her have her space. I want to wrap her in my arms and stop her from moving, especially because I hate seeing her in pain, but this is how she processes things.
She sits up, wincing at a bite of pain, her legs over the side of my bed before I can stop her. “But why would she bring me into it?” Keira’s tone is beyond distraught as her hand drops, along with her jaw.
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