FIFTY-ONE
AlmaPulling into the Hardings’ estate brings a whole new wave of nausea. I hate this place—this glamorous, majestic, lonely, tortured place. In the five years I knew Leo, we were here the same amount. Even once a year was too much. Leo’s nightmares following a visit would last for weeks.
It was important to him though to try to mend the severed bonds between him and his family. Despite everything they had or hadn’t done for him, he wanted to make it better. He wanted to move forward. He wanted to heal. His heart was always too gentle and pure to be attached to the Harding name.
He saw his mother, brother, and Cat more than once a year but always on safe ground—a restaurant or our home—not here.
“He would hate this,” I say as Amos continues down the long driveway.
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