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I didn’t try to talk to David.
Part of me had wanted to call him right after Morgan dropped me back off at home. But I hadn’t. I couldn’t make myself do it. Not with all the fears and anxiety still pulsing through me. When we had that talk again, I wanted to be more ready. More secure. I didn’t want to fall into the trap of doing this over and over again. He deserved better than that.
On Tuesday afternoon, Jason and I piled all of our stuff into the Audi and drove over to Landon’s house. Before he had to leave to go back out on the professional golf tour, he was hosting a pool party for our aunt and cousins. They were supposed to return to Vancouver the next day. We’d spent some time together over the weekend, and I was sad to see them go.
But I was excited to use Landon’s p
