Page 14 of Whiskey's Redemption

“Yeah, I know. Problem is, I can’t take it back.”

“Maybe you should go.” Not that I don’t deserve that, but I’d hoped she’d understand I didn’t mean it.

“Cir—”

“No. I think you should go, Car.” Looking over, I think it’s the most pissed I’ve ever seen her. Even when I kept things from her, she was never this mad.

Fuck.

“Yeah…okay.” Picking up my bag, I slowly walk across the room, trying to think of what I can say to fix this. There’s nothing.

I open the door. “I’m sorry.” Then I close it behind me.

Yeah. This day just went to hell in a handbasket.

Why can’t shit go right?

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