Brandon clenched his fists so tight his nails dug into his palms. It felt like his heart was being torn to shreds.
I acted like I didn't even notice how much he was hurting. I turned to Fernando and said, "Let's go."
Fernando wheeled me straight toward the exit.
Brandon stared after them, frozen. He tried to call out, but his throat felt tight. He couldn't make a single sound come out.
The second we got in the car outside the terminal, I curled up into a tight ball.
All that calm, cold front I'd put on in front of Brandon was gone completely.
My face was drained of color, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out across my forehead.
I'd thought I had my emotions under control. But the second I saw Brandon again, all those old, painful memories came crashing back like a hurricane.
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