“I promise it will never happen again.” He stared at me, looking for some measure of forgiveness in my eyes. “I know I’ve said that before, but I mean it for real this time.”
I turned and walked away. I stood at the big window for a while, overlooking the pines and the valley below. Then I went back to the guest room.
“Pack your stuff. You’re leaving.”
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