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“So this is it, huh?” Ryan asked, willing back the tears that choked him and made speaking difficult.
“For now, I guess it is,” Tim answered, staying as close to the door as he could. Ryan wanted, wished more than anything, that he’d cross the room and wrap his arms around him, whisper into his ear that everything was going to be OK and that this was all so stupid.
But he knew that that wasn’t going to happen.
“Is there anything I can say to make you change your mind?” Ryan asked, grasping at straws. “I mean, it’s a lot of money and all that you’re leaving on the table, I don’t really want—“
“I don’t care about the money, Ryan. Neither does Sarah. I appreciate the offer, but it’s just better if I go,” Tim said, the gentleness that normally colored his voice replaced by a firmness t
