I turned. William was walking toward me, his hands in his coat pockets, his face unreadable.
“I’m so embarrassed you saw that,” I said. I stared down at the sidewalk, not ready to meet his eyes.
He shook his head.
“Don’t be. None of that was your fault.”
I exhaled hard, trying to hold myself together. My voice cracked again.
“I don’t even know how it got this bad,” I said quietly.
“It just… slipped. Slowly.”
“I get it,” he said.
“It happens. But you don’t have to stay there.”
“I can’t go back in,” I muttered. “Not after that.”
“Then don’t,” he said.
“Come on. Let me give you a ride home.”
I hesitated. “I shouldn’t.”
“You don’t have to decide anything tonight,” he said.
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