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Flynn
I made a fuckin’ mess of things, and no matter how my mind tried to come up with some way to make things right, to at least make things better, I couldn’t. Being with Saige had been wrong. The best night of my life, the most fulfilling action I’d ever taken, but it couldn’t happen again. If Pa ever found out…
Saige moved around as though without thought, without emotion, doing only what needed doing. She’d never been one to smile too often, but her face seemed frozen, her eyes haunted, her lips flatlined. She hardly spoke. Didn’t eat.
Pa’s killing Joc had damn near ruined Saige, but I’d put the last bullet between her eyes by giving us both the attention and affection we craved, only to yank it away and call it a mistake.
But l**t to feel her around me again tempted me to tak
