Next second, Luke's fist slammed into his face."Get lost. If you're this delusional, go get help. Stop harassing my girlfriend."Philip hit the ground. Blood dripped from his nose into the snow, bright red against white.I steadied Luke, told him to wait a little ways off.Then I walked over and looked down at Philip. "You said you want us to go back to how we were?"He looked up at me, eyes lighting up. "Yes, yes... will you forgive me?""You want 'before'? Me scraping every dollar to put you through school? Working three jobs till I dropped? Or 'before' when you killed my child for Winnie?"My voice stayed low, just for him. Every word landed.The color drained from his face.He opened his mouth. Nothing came out.I kept going. "Your regret, your pain, your desperation—that's on you. Your mom died because of your stupidity, your arrogance, your incompetence. You ended up like this because of your own choices. Your own consequences. Don't act like I don't know why you came
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