Page 197 of A Lie in Church


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“Actually, I came to … get … um … my stuff.”

“Oh.” His smile turned upside down.

“Sorry.” I gave him a hug.

“Please don’t leave him,” he begged me when I pulled away.

“I’m sorry,” I said again and headed for the stairs.

“I wish you’d met him when he was different. He was a very kind and loving person before he lost them. Do whatever your heart desires, Miss Simpson.”

I took a deep breath and climbed the stairs. Nothing was going to change my mind. I deserved a little happiness, too, and I wouldn’t get that happiness around Tristan or my family.

I glanced at his room as I walked to my old room. Memories of everything we had done together—every fight, every funny moment, every tear—clouded my brain.

I saw a few of Tristan’s belongings in the room.

“He has been sleeping here since you left.” I heard Morris’s voice from behind me. “He really loves you, Chloe.”

Wait, did he just call me Chloe? First time ever!

“Please help me with my boxes and suitcase,” I said instead.

He looked disappointed.

I packed everything I owned and allowed Morris to help take them to the car. I stared at the door to Tristan’s room.

Is he home? Won’t he come out and see me?

I wanted to see him for the last time, just a glance. I shook my head and left. I apologized to Morris again before entering the car.

I needed this break. My heart needed it. One by one, I had to force out the stakes plunged into it, only then would I ever feel even remotely normal again. I was worthy of a life of happiness.

I stared at the glass-layered mansion as the car moved. I saw him. I saw Tristan. He was staring at me from my room, the room I’d just left. His eyes struck me with arrows, not from a deadly archer, but Cupid’s. I now knew the man for who he truly was.

He raised his hand and waved. I looked away and leaned back on the seat.

This was it—time for a fresh start, a new beginning.

No toxic family.

No exes.

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