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everything that gets repaired starts.
In the parking lot he looked at me.
“Do you think you’ll ever trust me again?”
I considered the question carefully, the way it deserved.
“Trust isn’t inherited, Logan,” I said. “It has to be earned.”
He lowered his eyes. “I understand.”
I believed, for the first time in a long time, that he actually did. Not as an apology continue reading …
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