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She didn’t even look up from her phone. “Dad said he’s not your bank,” she replied casually.
Darren stared at the boarding pass, hurt and anger twisting together inside him. He had earned every cent he owned. He had loved her without conditions. And yet there he was — separated by a thin curtain between “First” and “Economy,” a symbol of something far deeper.
He couldn’t go through with it. He stepped off the plane, his chest heavy, his pride bruised.
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