CHAPTER 35 | Finn
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I glimpse Libby standing by the stable doors as I pull in. The wind whips dark tendrils of hair from her braid and her face is pale. From the cold or from me? Her parents told me to try again, but what if it’s too late?
The idea almost makes me laugh. It would be fitting, wouldn’t it? Our whole relationship has been the definition of ‘too late’: I told her the truth too late. I told her how I feel too late.
Our history is our destiny.
I park, and for several seconds, I can’t breathe. The sky feels like it’s lowering and I know a panic attack is coming on. Everything’s coming to a head: my dad, Libby’s parents, my f*****g failed proposal, Libby doubting me.
She’s never doubted me. Ever. Until I bared everything I am to ask her to marry me.
I inhale once, ag
