Ashley POVMy vision became blurry, and I almost burst into tears. I tried to say something, to admit that I was grateful to him and Mom, that I wished I could have helped him, that he should have told me earlier, that I was sorry, but he silenced me with a gentle squeeze of my hand.“Don't cry,” he said softly. “It will only make my conscience even worse.”“What?” I tried, my voice breaking even on a single word.“The fact that you were dragged into something against your will, it's all because of me...” He gave a sigh and looked down at my hands. “I'm sorry. I hope... I hope the choices I made back then won't make you too stressed, unhappy, or sick. Or make you hate me.”“Of course not!” I snapped, almost furious. I clenched my fingers around his hand and shook it in frustration. “I never will. Never.”He breathed a sigh of relief. “I'm glad to hear that. And are you sure of your decision? Your mom and I, both of us are not going to force—"“I'm sure,” I interjected, feeling more ce
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