I pull back, gasping for breath. Reeling. His breath is ragged, and I place my hands on his cheeks to steady him. “Is this okay?” I whisper. “Are you okay?”His reply is anguished. Honest. “I...
So why did he do it?”Cricket rakes a hand through his hair. “For the same reason everyone makes mistakes. He fell in love.
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