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Fucking f**k. If I’d thought I was a screwup before, it was nothing like what I felt now. Disappointing Rob was par for the course. But hurting Audrey Ames? The female I wanted to spend the rest of my life with?
That cut like a f*****g knife through my chest.
I sat in my truck, my thumb hovering over the screen of my phone.
Don’t call me, she’d said.
She hadn’t said don’t text.
Me: I’m sorry. Let’s talk.
After five minutes, then ten, nothing. “s**t!” I shouted. It didn’t make me feel any better. She wasn’t going to respond. I could show up at her office, but that wasn’t the place to talk. I couldn’t disrespect her like that, in front of her patients or office staff, no matter how much I wanted to explain.
Should I write her a letter? A good old-fashioned letter? I could ge
