She leaves me standing in the bathroom after she flushes the evidence of her stress. “Did you really just hold my damn hair. What’s with you Southern boys?” “What’s the big deal? Kimber, sometimes you have to let others take care of you.” “No really, Aiden. I don’t. Because I need to learn that I’m on my own in this journey. I’ve literally walked away from everything and everyone in my life the last few weeks. I needed to get away from all the things that…” She stops talking and looks at her hands. “Things that what?” “Just never mind. I told you I’d stay until I told you I was ready to go. I just need to spend time thinking about where I’m headed from here.” “Things that could hurt you?” She looks at me instantly with anger in her eyes. “You don’t get to think you know me that quickly. Aiden, please go fix my Jeep right now. I’ll call a tow truck and leave in it if you don’t fix the fucker.” She throws one of her bags on the bed and starts taking everything out.
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