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DARREN

The cut on my face burns every time I move my jaw.

It is not deep but it is ugly enough that the mirror in my car makes me wince when I catch a glimpse of it under the parking lot lights.

I cannot even blame him for it. If I had been in his place I might have done worse. Maybe I should have told him earlier before everything went to shit like this.

I know I should have. But it’s Beatrice. She’s all I have

After he stormed out that afternoon, we hadn’t been able to ...