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RHETT
I sat and stared at the cup of coffee I hadn’t sipped from. Without doubt, it would taste like s**t, same as the stuff in the hospital Mom had died at.
Fucking hospitals—I’d gained firsthand knowledge of why Ash hated them so much.
While thankful for them and the people showing up daily to help those in need, I wanted to blow up the building closing in on me. After sobbing like a baby in Skylar’s arms, I felt drained. Emotionless, just plain old bone-weary tired from my outburst in the hallway.
Skylar’s simple bit of logic about every emotion having validity lingered in my mind—with potency. I recognized how my parents had failed in teaching me that, and f**k, did I want to do better.
A spring of feelings began to once more well up inside me as the minutes passed, and I focu
