The car was warm when Brianna climbed back in.Dawson was already behind the wheel, his hands resting on the steering wheel, his eyes on her face. He did not start the engine. He just sat there, waiting, giving her space to breathe.She closed the door. The silence wrapped around her like a blanket. She leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes.For a long moment, neither of them spoke.Then she opened her eyes. She stared at the dashboard, at the soft glow of the instruments, at the world outside that was still turning, still moving, still going on as if nothing had changed.Everything had changed."I spent my whole life being angry at her," Brianna said. Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper. "Every time she made a mistake, every time she chose the wrong man, every time she fell short, I was angry. I told myself she was weak. I told myself she was selfish. I told myself she never really loved me."Dawson reached for her hand. She let him take it."And now I know the
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