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INDI
I was less fuming and more hurt by the time I got home. I wasn’t sure if this was an all-out breakup moment for me and Ford, but it certainly seemed like a huge red flag.
I wasn’t going to date a guy who still treated me like a kid sister. I just wasn’t.
That one night all those years ago had destroyed us in so many ways. I’d been in love with Ford back then. I might have been bold enough to climb naked into his bed, but I wouldn’t have done that for any guy. His rejection had stung. No, it had destroyed me.
Except I hadn’t known what hurt was really like until Buck died. And now, when I thought being with Ford was healing both wounds, I’d been completely wrong. He didn’t trust me with the truth. Didn’t think I was an equal. That I was the woman for him because he expected me
