Page 28 of Twisted Hearts

When I asked her to tell me what had happened in Texas, she nodded her head, acknowledging my request, but not saying anything. I figured she’d tell me the story in her own time, so I didn’t press her.

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The next morning,I found my bed empty and panicked, hoping Megan hadn’t run away again. I ran out of my room, throwing a T-shirt over my head as I dashed down the stairs.

The sight of Megan standing at my stove, cooking, stopped me in my tracks. She offered a sad smile, looking up at me with those big, brown, heart-tugging eyes. I could tell she was fighting to get back to normal or at least what was considered her normal.

When she sat a plate of piping hot eggs, bacon, potatoes, and two fluffy biscuits in front of me, nothing could have pulled the smile from my face.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she replied as she headed towards the refrigerator and poured me a big glass of orange juice.

A smile teased my lips at the sight of her eating again. She’d fixed herself a smaller portion of what she’d piled onto my plate. She nibbled at the food like a cute little wounded bunny.

My eyes followed the movement of her hand when she cleared her throat and reached across the table for my hand. Heavy emotions weighed her down as she struggled to tell me what was on her mind.

“I never meant to hurt you, Aaron. I hope you believe that.”

I nodded my head. As much as I wanted to paddle her for what she’d done, I did believe she’d never meant to hurt me.

“I think I’m ready to tell you why I’m like this, why I’m so broken.”

At those words, my brows lifted, and my interest level shot through the roof, but it wasn’t going to stop me from finishing my plate of food.

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