For the next few days, I keep to myself.
All I can think about is Quinn and Amber. I try to decipher why he would sleep with someone he obviously dislikes, but I come up empty.
I keep busy working at the motel and diner, and thankfully, I don’t see Quinn.
As the days pass, I convince myself I’m glad I saw what I did because now I can get back on track and focus on what I originally came here for.
I can’t believe how two brothers can be so different. I could never imagine Tristan engaging in an act so aggressively like Quinn.
Nothing about Tristan is like Quinn, and I know he’s the right brother to obsess over, but he’s not.
I have no doubt Quinn left the door open, knowing I would hear him consorting with someone who encompasses all I despise in another human being.
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