A few days later, Caleb showed up at my front door.
I refused to see him, so he dropped to his knees and begged my parents to let him talk to me.
Summer storms hit hard and fast in this city.
He stood out there in the rain, soaking through one downpour after another, like that was supposed to prove something.
I opened the door with a blank face and looked at him, drenched and pathetic.
"Mila, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was this bad!"
He reached for my hand, grabbing at me like I was still his. It'd been over a month. And standing there looking at him now, all I felt was... nothing. That old warmth in my eyes? Gone.
"Come back home with me, please. I'll take care of you. I've already taken a leave from my advisor. I've got all the time in the world now. I can—"
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