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“I think the hate flows more in one direction than the other.”

“So you’re blaming Remi for it all.”

I looked back. “No, Fi. I’m not. What is this?”

“This is me trying to understand how my life is going to be now. I find someone I love. I really love that person. And it’s…”

“The wrong kind of love,” I said.

“It’s not wrong. What’s wrong is that I don’t understand what really happened with you two. I know the car accident. I know about that. I watched you two fight. The night you came to check on me. But you hugged. You were good after that.”

“I’m not sure we were ever good again, Fi.”

“That’s a lie. You two were close. You played hockey together. Then the bus…”

My jaw felt like steel.

My heart paused for a second.

“I thought the bus crash would have brought you closer together.”

“Fiona.”

“What? Why can’t we talk about it? I want to know everything. I want to know the truth.”

“I’m not doing it.”

“Griffin. Don’t be a stubborn ass.”

“I said I’m not talking about it!”

My voice boomed.

I swung my right hand and punched the blank canvas off the easel.

My eyes caught sight of the back door to the gallery and that’s where I made my next visit.

As I walked toward the door with big strides, Fiona called out my name over and over.

I punched the door open and stepped outside.

The flood of anger hit me hard.

I started to walk.

Fiona called out my name again.

“I’m not going to stop chasing you down!”

I ignored her.

“You stupid asshole!”

I heard her feet on the ground.

Chasing after me.

I could have broken out into a run.