Page 125 of Love to Hate You

He glances up and shrugs. “And I was here the other day when he stopped by to pick up more stuff.”

Pain blooms in my chest like a gunshot wound. I honestly can’t imagine surviving this. “So, he’s just not going to live here anymore?”

“I don’t know, Daze. I told him that he didn’t have to stay there.” Noah’s lip curls. “He’s sleeping on Owen’s couch and there’s a shit ton of people coming and going at all hours.”

“Does he hate me that much?” The thought is so painful that it’s a miracle I’m still standing upright.

“He doesn’t hate you. He’s just…” Noah shakes his head. “I don’t know what the hell he’s doing. It’s like something snapped inside him. He’s got it in his head that he’s just like his dad and nothing could be further from the truth. I’ve tried talking sense into him, but he won’t listen to me.”

“He won’t talk to me, Noah.” My shoulders droop. “He doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

“I know,” he says. “I think he just needs time to work everything out in his head.”

“I hope you’re right.” Not wanting my cousin to see the wetness that has gathered in my eyes, I turn away.

I’m willing to give Carter his space, but there’s only so much I can take before I’m forced to admit defeat and walk away.

I fear time is running out.

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