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Because of the pain in her eyes? Itshatteredme.

“I looked at you like you were the only safe place I had left,” she whispered. “And you made me feel like I was crazy for trusting you.”

“Don’t say that.”

She smiled—bitter, broken. “It hurts to look at you.”

That’s what did it.

I didn’t argue after that. Didn’t beg.

Didn’t touch her.

I did this to her. I broke her trust, and if I asked her to stay, it would be for purely selfish reasons. I saw, right then and there, that she couldn’t stand the sight of me.

And though it broke my heart, crumbled my heart into pieces, I stood by and watched her pack.

“Where will you go?”

She didn’t look up. “Does it matter?”

“Of course it matters,” I whispered, not asking her to stay but for something else. “Autumn, please, can we talk about this?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Her voice was flat, lifeless. “You’ve said enough already.”

I felt a thousand knives stab into my chest. I’d taken someone bright and strong and put that shadow in her eyes.

I stepped back. “Okay.”

She looked up, surprised. “Okay?”

“Go,” I said, the word feeling like glass in my throat. “If that’s what you need.”

For a moment, something flickered in her eyes—a softening, perhaps. But it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

“But please let me help you find somewhere safe to stay.” My voice was hoarse.

“I don’t want your help.”

“I know,” I said. “But I’m offering it anyway. For my peace of mind, if nothing else.”

She hesitated. “Let me call Beatrice,” I offered. “You can stay there until you figure things out.”

“I don’t need charity.”

“It’s not charity,” I said. “It’s the bare minimum of what I owe you.”

She didn’t say another word. Zipped up her bags.

I just stepped aside.

Let her pass.

Let her leave.

And once the door closed behind her, I sank onto the bed and called Beatrice. Maybe she’d be able to convince Autumn to head over. I explained everything, and my beautiful, kind sister called me an idiot before cutting the call, before I could even say goodbye.

Of course, Beatrice helped.