Page 93 of The Two of Us

“Are you kidding me right now?”

I don’t answer.

Ambrose pinches the bridge of his nose. “I should have seen this coming.” He stands up, the chair screeching against the hardwood. “Nothing’s changed for you, has it? You’re never going to face what happened. Even if it means destroying us.”

When my silence prevails, Ambrose lets the fork drop from his hand and I flinch when it clangs against the plate.

“You’re a coward,” he whispers. “And I won’t erase her from my life just because it hurts.” He starts to leave but stops at the kitchen’s entrance, his face grim. “She wouldn’t have wanted this, Mara. Do you remember the night of prom at Lake Bonnie? Do you remember what she said?”

I do. I remember everything.

“She said the three of us were soul mates. And it’s the truth. It’s always been the truth.”

He leaves me to mull over his words, the door closing behind him more painful to hear than if it were slammed shut. I stare at the plate in front of me, amazed how one of my favorite foods in the world suddenly tastes like dust in my mouth.

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