Chapter 60

“You know that’s not true. I don’t even want to go.” He avoids looking at me, and it makes me worse. I get up and come around behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and holding on tight. I can’t stop sobbing, and it feels so much worse than it is. Panic is overcoming me because I don’t want him to leave. Something deep inside me says that if he goes, everything will fall to shit, I will fall to shit, and I won’t be able to cope alone.

“Sophie…? Come on, I need to go.” Arrick breaks free of me, pushing my hands down and making me rage. This is not my gentle, caring, and understanding Arry, who would drop everything to console me. This is a jackass, sick of Sophie behavior, and it only cuts me to the core.

“What? So now you don’t want me to touch you?” I snap at him, sheer wounded pride and being a dumb little girl. I have no right to be like this; he’s the one who has been putting up with my erratic self, not vice versa.

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