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I stare after Chase dumbly, completely overwhelmed by the avalanche of information that he just unloaded on me.
He's hunched over, his hands in his pockets, walking away with only socks on his feet.
I can't forget the look on his face as he told me he was responsible for everything Lola had gone through. He looked... sad...
But more than that.
Absolutely broken.
Desperate.
Ashamed.
The guilt he carried was clear. His eyes red, his frame thinner than what I remember. He looked just as lost as he did when his mother died. His eyes had a dead look to them with dark circles underneath.
And if I know him still, he would carry that guilt with him for years. But then again I didn't know him like I thought. How could I have been so blind?
Why didn't she tell me?
She'd a
