He reached down, turning on the lamp sitting on the table at the end of the couch. Sutton blinked at him several times when the dim light flooded the room. “I’m going to bed.” “Why did you come back?” Her head fell back against the wall. “I don’t even know. Perhaps to tell you the truth, to make you feel as miserable as I was. I honestly don’t know.” She brushed the tears away from her cheeks with her shaking hand. “I told myself that I only wanted to see you and explain. I couldn’t bear it that you hated me, that Rachel hated me.” Tate stared at her hard, feeling as if he had overlooked something important. “What did you want to explain?” “Nothing that matters anymore.” This time, she managed to slide along the wall until she reached her bedroom. When she went inside and would have shut the bedroom door behind her, he reached his hand out, pushing the door open, and she stumbled, almost falling.
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