HERMES' POVWith a bowl of chilled, freshly cut fruit I had prepared myself, I stood in front of Liana’s bedroom door, my hands still sore and bruised from making it.I had been knocking for almost fifteen minutes, but the only response I got was her slamming her foot into my face within the first minute.I felt terrible about what I had done in the car three days ago, and I had been trying to make things right ever since. But she kept avoiding me.It had been three days since the incident at the field.Three days of closed doors, one-word answers, her flinching away every time I reached for her. I had apologized so many times I’d lost count, but every apology seemed to mean nothing to her. She acted as if I hadn’t said a word.I understood it. That didn't make it hurt less.I was halfway through my second cup of coffee, replaying the whole thing in my head for the hundredth time, the flowers I'd crushed, the reckless drive, the way her face had gone pale in that field, when Dario ca
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