Chapter 11Thank you. I said quietly, once we were inside, still thinking about the hospital, about the ice cream, about the small softness he'd shown for maybe an hour today before shutting it back off like a switch.He didn't even turn to look at me fully. "Don't thank me." he said, his voice flat, cold in a way that immediately erased whatever warmth I thought had existed in that car earlier. "I didn't do it for you to feel grateful."I blinked, caught off guard by the shift. "I just meant—""What you should know," he cut in, finally turning to face me properly, "is that showing you her, letting you see her, paying for whatever she needs, that's not kindness. It's a reminder. Of how easy it would be for me to stop."The words landed heavier than I expected them to. I felt my throat tighten, but I didn't say anything, just stood there absorbing it."One call." he continued, his tone even, almost bored, like he was explaining something mundane instead of something that made my stomac
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