No, "You didn't do anything I didn't come here for."
He pulls an expressional face. It's not about that. Don't worry about what I have planned for you after I've fully healed. He gently squeezes my hip as if he can't resist touching me, as though he still isn't certain this is all real. To quote you, "I'm sorry that he was so f*****g foolish to toss someone as precious as you away."
“William.” I patiently await his gaze. "I don't want to discuss it at all," the speaker said.
Shame on you, sweetie. If I'm going to help you exact your vengeance, then you'll have to make some concessions. His hand glides back down to my knee, a leisurely pull that might be comforting or the start of something more. I messed up as a parent and he turned out the way I expected he would have turned out.
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