Chapter 8

  ~~PEYTON~~

  I feel like a sharp blade slicing through my heart; it's so tight and painful. Tears blur my vision, hot and stinging, but I refuse to let them fall. Not here. Not in front of him.

  "Fine." I croak; the fight drains out of me, leaving behind a hollow ache. "Fine, you're right. You're...

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