Dawn’s POV
I turned around immediately and began to walk out of the office. I did not want to hear anything else from him because everything he said always left another cut on my already wounded heart. I reached the door and wrapped my fingers around the handle when I heard him call my name.
“Dawn.”
I did not turn around. I just stood there, staring at the wooden surface in front of me, wishing I could maybe just disappear from this place.
“I am sorry, Dawn. I mean it. I know this hurts you, but I just cannot do it.”
I let out a slow breath. “Stop,” I said quietly, still not turning. “Please stop talking.”
He went silent.
I opened the door halfway before finally saying what I had in my mind. “I will not ask anything else from you. This is the last thing you will ever hear me beg for
