CHAPTER 31 | Finn
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We can talk, but what’s there to say? Briefly, I consider telling Mrs. Bray to leave it. This is done. You can break things you will never get back and this thing between us? It’s one of them and we both had a hand in destroying it. But there’s something about her expression that stops me dead.
She looks absolutely agonized and her hand’s ice-cold when she touches my arm. “Finn, can we talk?”
I pause, already turning my car keys around and around in my hand. This feels like an ambush. I can’t tell what’s coming, but I’m pretty sure whatever it is, I’m not going to like it. “Of course.”
“James told me about...what you asked...how you wanted—want to marry Libby.”
I don’t say anything. Some of this is because I don’t know what to say. The rest of my silence is
