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Jessie
Six months later…
He said he would never let me go on that day we ended Cort, but he hadn’t fought for me. Hadn’t asked me to stay.
That thought haunted my every waking moment, and even though depression wanted to pull me down, keep me in bed every morning, I forced myself to stand. Be strong. Rebuild.
More money had landed in my account exactly two days after I’d left Brock alone, and a painful, stilted conversation over the phone let me know the truth of what I’d expected. He’d sent the money—his gift, one he refused to take back no matter how much I argued.
“You helped me find myself.”
One simple sentence had crushed my heart, and I’d bit my tongue to keep from asking why he didn’t beg me to stay.
He let me go.
Because he loved me, or because he wanted his silence so
