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“I just want to know—”

But this was becoming too much. She didn’t want to know. No one needed to know.

I didn’t want to know.

And if it meant preventing me from doing something I probably shouldn’t be doing in the first place anyway, all the better.

I stood up.

“I’m sorry, Elizabeth,” I said. “But this was a mistake. I hope you figure things out with your father.”

“Steele!”

I was walking out the front door when she called me a second time. I never looked back.

Doing so would make me feel pain I didn’t need—or want—to feel.