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ap felt the weight of guilt pressing down on his shoulders, knowing that he should tell Tess the truth. She deserved nothing less. He’d gotten a call from Skeeter before leaving the house, letting him know about Tess’s car—it had a smashed hood, cracked windshield, dents and scratches from fender to fender, and a broken front axle that might take a few days to repair. The Pinto wouldn’t be pretty, but it would be driveable. When Skeeter asked him if they should start working on the Pinto, Cap surprised himself with his answer—Hold off on any repairs for right now.
Hold off on any repairs for right now. He knew it to be a selfish act and tried convincing himself that a few more nights wouldn’t hurt and that he’d tell her eventually, but the truth of the matter was that he simply wasn’t
