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Marcus
It's been three days. Seventy-five hours since I saw Cat last. I even dodged taking Lily to camp today and asked Dane because I'm a p***y and a wimp.
I was an asshole and a jerk and whatever other name you can think of.
Now, as I knock on her apartment door, my stomach churns, sweat is beading on my forehead and anyone looking at me might think I have the stomach flu from how pale I am. I'm about to ask Cat for a second chance. Strike that a third if I count six years ago.
God, I am such a dumbass.
Knock, knock.
She peeks out the side window and then the door slowly opens.
“Hey,” I say, by way of a lame ass greeting.
“Hey.” She doesn't open the door with an invitation to come in, so I bite the bullet.
“Can I come in?”
She steps out of the way as her answer, but the kno
