Mara
I didn’t say anything. I just sat there, shaking, wondering if I had let my fear turn me into someone I didn’t recognize.
“You mean everything to me,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “Saving her life and the baby’s—it didn’t change how I feel about you. You’re the one who’s stood by me, who understands me. Not Tina. Not my father. You, Mara. Please... let me come to you.”
The guilt hit me like a punch. I’d panicked. Run. I didn’t wait for answers. I let old fears twist what I saw into something worse. And now... now he was hurting because of it.
“I’m at the Florence Hotel,” I whispered. “Room 101. Second floor. It’s under Tina Rain’s name.”
He didn’t say anything else. He just hung up.
I dropped the phone and started to cry again, harder this time.
Because I felt stupid.
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