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That was over a year ago.

She was my first love...fuck, at this stage, the only woman I love.

I wish she was here, goddamn it.

Pulling my hand out of my pocket, I swipe the phone and type.

Happy Thanksgiving, kitten. Lx

When I wake up the next morning, Kaylee still hasn’t replied.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

KAYLEE

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It took Levi three days to confront me, and I’ve been an emotional mess the entire time.

Dad has fallen off the good eating wagon, so to speak, and Mom is stressed.

At Thanksgiving, he dived into the pie that Ash’s wife brought and, despite us telling him he couldn’t eat it, he got angry and took off into the living room, turning the TV on and binge eating the pie.

He refused to go for a walk.

“Give him a cheat day, Mom. I’m sure it will be fine.”

“You don’t know that. At any point, he could have a heart attack,” she replied, chewing her nails.

“Is that what they said?” Ash, my cousin, asked.

He and Dad have gotten closer since my uncle died a few years back. I never knew him all that well. Or Ash.

She waved us off. “They don’t tell you much. It’s frustrating.”

So while that was a distraction, I thought about Levi all weekend. And how he didn’t react to my coldness the last time we saw one another, simply nodded and walked away.

Like it was no skin off his nose if I wanted to see him or not.

Am I that irrelevant to him?

So three days after returning to work, after not replying to his message, he finally follows me downstairs as I’m about to exit the building.

“Kaylee,” Levi says firmly, holding the door closed so I have to face him.

“Hey.” I fake smile.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” I ask, deadpan.

“For...”

Ugh. He has no idea. He never damn well will.

I scoff and push his arm away, then step outside.

“Kaylee! Fuck’s sake, tell me what I’ve done,” he hisses.

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