Seething as I drove the rest of the way home, I talked myself out of going back for her a dozen times. She obviously didn't need me. Or my help. She would be fine on her own.
I zipped into the underground garage, slid into my parking spot. I sat there for long moments after I cut the engine. What the f**k had gone wrong? I still couldn't wrap my brain around it.
Our conversation tripped through my head on repeat. She'd been coming over. Letting me take care of her instead of her chosen family. Me. She'd come to me and continued to turn to me.
But I guess what I offered wasn't good enough. Not in the long run.
Tough s**t. That's on her. You would have treated her like the little pain princess she was. Her loss. Get your f*****g sorry ass out of this car, my inner voice goaded.
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