Teresa's POV
I couldn't answer. I cried harder, ugly, wrenching sobs I couldn't control. I hated it, hated the weakness, hated that he was seeing me come completely undone.
"Hey... no, don't..." He was moving now. I heard the soft thud of his laptop being carelessly dropped to the floor of the car. His hands were on my arms, gentle but firm, pul
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