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I’m about to ask him to move away from the door when he says, “Then go out with me.”
My eyes widen. Is he mad?
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Are you serious?”
“Of course I’m serious.”
“Why would I want to go out with you? After the way you treated me. What the hell made you think it would be a good idea to ask me out?”
I’m furious at the way my heart is racing.
“I want to apologize for what I did back then, and I don’t want to do it in a hospital ward. We could go out just for coffee.”
My chest is heaving.
“No,” I state. “Consider your apology accepted. I said I’m over it, not that I’m open to a walk down memory lane.”
After a long scrutinizing look, John steps aside, letting me pass.
I’m at the door, hand on the handle, already pulling it open, when he speaks again. “I’m sorry, Mari.”
I freeze.
“For everything that I did, for the way I did it. And I hope one day you’ll let me explain.”
Without turning or saying another word, I cross the threshold and leave him behind.
15
MARISSA
Outside the clinic, I draw a deep breath, close my eyes, and tilt my head to the dark sky. I’m about to cry again. Not a shed tear in years and now the waterworks won’t stop.
It must be the estrogen. Hormones can cause mood swings, everyone knows that. It’s the only reason John’s words are making me so upset. I’m angry at myself for being weak.
I rub my eyes, hard. I won’t cry. That man has had enough of my tears.
I need to go home, crawl into my bed, and pull a fluffy blanket over my head to shut him out—him and his seemingly sincere apology. But before that, I should make myself cab-acceptable. No chance in hell I’ll take another ride in the packed subway being judged by strangers.
I take a few steps, heading toward a random clothes shop. Inside the store, I grab the first pair of sweatpants I see and change into them. After paying, I drop the chocolate pants in the shopping bag and flag a cab on my way out.
On the ride home, I text my sister.
To Teresa:
You can tell *your* parents I’m definitely not going home for Thanksgiving
From Teresa:
They’re *your* parents, too
To Teresa:
No, I’ve disowned them
