Avery's POVHis flat was exactly as I remembered it.Football memorabilia on one wall, training schedule pinned to the fridge, shoes lined up by the door. He set his coffee down on the counter and turned to face me with the expression he had been building since he opened the door. Settled. Reasonable. The version of himself he deployed when he thought he had the upper hand."I'm glad you came," he said."I'm sure you are," I said."Look, last night got out of hand," he said. "I want you to know that the message, the way it was sent, that was not how I wanted to handle this. Brandon overstepped.""Brandon overstepped," I repeated."Things got heated," he said. "I saw you in that car with him and I reacted. I am not proud of it." He looked at me with the expression he used when he was performing sincerity. "But the fact that I reacted like that should tell you something, Avery. About how much I still care.""It tells me something," I said. "Just not what you think it tells me."He studi
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