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But he shook his head.
“No. You and the girls should still go.”
“What?”
“You need this. They need this. And I’m fine.
I can manage by myself, and I don’t want to ruin this for the rest of you.”
He gave me that calm, reassuring smile he used when he wanted me to stop worrying.
“Send me photos from the beach,” he added.
I wanted to argue. I wanted to stay, to make sure he was okay.
But part of me was already thinking about the hotel and the nonrefundable deposit. The girls’ faces when I told them we weren’t going.
So, I didn’t argue the way I should have.
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