Nicole Harper
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My hands were shaking.
I’d never felt nervous about talking to my mother but as I stood in front of Tristan’s house, I couldn’t bring myself to push open the door and get in.
I wiped my palms against my trousers. Logically, I knew my mother and I were both wrong, but at the moment, I felt like the shittiest person alive. I’d complained about her for years but ended up doing the worst thing to her. I was more horrible than she was.
“You’ve been standing there for three minutes.”
I jumped at Tristan’s voice and instinctively turned around. When I saw no one, I turned back around and saw that he was actually in front of me. He was leaning against the doorframe, one of his hands casually in his pocket like he hadn’t ruined my life. Well, maybe we did it together, but wh
