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NINE
How long did we sit there? Ten minutes? Twenty? Alex just kept stroking my hair, except it wasn’t really my hair, it was a wig, but it looked like my old hair before I dyed it brown and grew it long. And after what seemed like forever, I ran out of tears and got my breathing back under control.
I wanted to apologise. I wanted to tell him how sorry I was for acting like a weak-willed fool, but what came out was, “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll cut off your balls while you sleep.”
And what did he do? He kissed me on the forehead.
“From you, I wouldn’t expect anything less. Want me to drive?”
“I’m not incapable.”
“I know that. Let’s trade seats.”
“I can—”
But Alex was already out of the car and walking around to my side. And I just… I just didn’t have the energy to fight
