(Sabrina’s POV)
“Well, too bad for him, and you. Because he doesn't get to make that choice for me. None of you do." I wipe my face with my free hand, not caring that I'm falling apart in a parking lot. "I'm not some damsel in distress who needs rescuing. Nor am I a charity case. I don’t need anyone’s help to stand on my own feet again."
"I never thought you did—"
"Yes, you did. You all did. Poor Sabrina, too weak to find her own happiness. Too broken to stand on her own. Too incompetent to manage her own life. Let's set her up with someone and film it for entertainment."
Silence. Long and heavy.
"I'm sorry," he finally says. "You're right. We should have told you. We should have let you make your own choices. And I'm sorry we didn't."
The apology should make me feel better. It doesn
