Too Late
JULIA The idea of asking my sister for help tasted like defeat. I sat alone in my room long after Dylan dropped me off, his words replaying in my mind with cruel precision. I’m marrying Sherry. The sentence should not have hurt as much as it did, yet it carved through me like glass. I pressed my palms against my temples, trying to silence the ache building inside my chest. Was it really love I felt for Dylan? Or was it simply the unbearable sting of losing him to another woman? The more I thought about it, the more twisted my emotions became. Maybe I had never truly wanted him until he chose someone else. Maybe the moment he slipped from my grasp was the exact moment I decided I could not let him go. A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “No,” I whispered into the empty room. “She canno
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