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Chapter Twenty-One








                “I’m hea ding  out. You need  me  to do any thi ng  el se?”
                    I   look   up   from   the   paper work    and    sha ke   my   hea d.   “Tha nk    you,
                Serena . See  you tomorro w.”
                    She  no ds and  walks away, lea ving  the  door to my offic e  open.

                    Allysa’s  last  day  was  two  week s  ago.  She’s  due  any   day  no w.  I  ha ve
                two other  full-time  em ployees , Serena  and  Lucy.
                    Yes . That  Lucy.
                    She’s   been    marri ed    for   a   couple   of   mont hs    no w   and    came    in
                looking   for  a  job  two  week s  ago.  It’s  actually  worked   out  pret ty  wel l.

                She   kee ps  hers el f  busy,  and   if  I’m  here    when    she   is,  I  just  keep   my
                offic e  door shu t so I don’t ha ve  to listen  to her  sing .
                    It’s been  almost a mont h  sinc e  the  inc ident  on  the  stairs. Even  with
                ev er ythi ng   R yle  told  me  about  hi s  chi ldho od,  the  forgiven es s  was  still
                ha rd to come  by.
                    I  know  R yle  ha s  a  tem per.  I  saw  it  the  firs t  ni ght   we  met ,  bef ore  we
                ev er  ev en  spoke  a  word  to  ea ch  other.  I  saw  it  tha t  awful  ni ght   in  my

                kitchen.  I saw it when  he  found the  pho ne  nu mber  in  my pho ne  case.
                    But I also see  the  differenc e  bet ween  R yle  and  my father.
                    R yle  is  compassiona te.   He  does   thi ng s  my  father  nev er  would  ha ve
                done.   He  donat es   to  cha rity,  he  cares   about  other  peo ple,   he  puts  me
                bef ore  ever ythi ng .  R yle  would  nev er  in  a  million  yea rs  make  me  park
                in  the  drivew ay whi le  he  took the  garage.

                    I  ha ve  to  remi nd   mysel f  of  tho se  thi ng s.  Somet imes   the  girl  ins ide
                of me— the  daught er  of my father—i s rea lly opini ona ted . She  tel ls me
                I  sho uldn’t  ha ve  forgiven  hi m.  She  tel ls  me  I  sho uld  ha ve  lef t  the  firs t
                time.  And  somet imes  I bel iev e tha t voice.  But then  the  side  of me  tha t
                kno ws    R yle   und ers tand s   tha t   marri ages    aren’ t   per fec t.   Somet imes
                there    are   moment s    tha t   both   parties    reg ret .   And    I   wond er   ho w   I’d
                feel   about  mysel f  ha d  I  just  lef t  hi m  after  tha t  firs t  inc ident .  He  nev er

                sho uld ha ve  pushed  me,  but I also did thi ng s I wasn’t proud of. And  if
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