Eighty-Seven Missed Calls
“Then give me another chance.”
“No.”
The answer came easily. Not because I no longer cared, but because I finally understood that loving who someone used to be did not require me to give them another opportunity to diminish me.
Daniel’s expression tightened. “What about twelve years?”
“They happened.”
“You can just walk away from all of it?”
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