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Ian
The steady hum of the sander in my hand soothed me. The vibration tingled up my arm, but the earplugs I wore and the sound of the sander blocked out everything outside my head. Too bad they couldn’t block out everything inside my head, too.
Blake. It was always Blake.
I didn’t want to block her from my mind, but I needed every last bit of energy to focus on work instead of thinking about her like I usually did. Especially since I saw her the morning before. With Willie.
She didn’t look surprised to see him there, but she didn’t look particularly happy to see him, either. When she ran off, I waited a few seconds for him to follow her, but he was clearly not interested. It f*****g gutted me to hold her while she cried, but she let me comfort her so it was worth it. I hadn’t had my
