“I do.”I glance at people walking past us, wishing we had privacy.“I will always love you.But I can’t do this anymore.I need...I need to deal with what happened.Here and in Texas.I need...”
“Tell me!”Liam squeezes my arm, and there’s pain in those gray eyes of his.“Tell me what you need and I will do it.”
He would, too.
Out of obligation.Because that’s who Liam is.
“I need time.I need you to let me walk away and give me time.”
His jaw clenches, nostrils flare, and fingers tighten further as he cups my face.“Don’t ask me to do that.”
Swallowing, my gaze drifts over his beautiful face, knowing that I could lose him.
But I have to know.
This man is my greatest protector—hell, he found me and saved me from an even greater horror when Frank took me—but I need to know if this is his protective instincts.
Or true love.
Because if it's not, and I give him all my heart, and he leaves me, it will kill me.
“Goodbye, Liam.”
I step out of his space, still watching him as his face falls, and then walk.
I walk and walk and walk.
Tears fall down my face, and it takes almost an hour for me to stop and work out when I am.I book an Uber to take me home and spend the next eight hours putting my acting skills to the test at our house party.
When, really, all I want to do is curl up in a ball and keep crying.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
LIAM
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