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Shane’s chestrose and fell steadily as he slept. It was still early enough that we didn’t need to go, but I couldn’t relax enough to sleep. All I could do was think about what Shane said earlier and the advice he got from Paul.
It was too much of a coincidence that Warren was leaving tomorrow, it was like fate was saying it was time for him to leave. Arizona wasn’t where Shane wanted to go, but it would get him closer to his goal of California.
After such a horrible life with his grandmother and everything that stemmed from that, he needed a new start. And he needed it without me.
As I lay in the dimly lit hotel room, I saw how Shane went from doing anything to please his grandmother to doing anything for me. I was grateful for it, but it didn’t feel right. He needed to be on his own and do things for himself.
Paul was right, in less than a few months, I managed to almost land him back in jail a second time. Maybe we just weren’t meant to be.
Thinking about letting him go made my chest ache. I didn’t want to lose him, but maybe it was for the best. If Shane wasn’t going to think about himself and what was good for him, then I would. I had to end it with him so he could have the life he deserved.