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“The car was coming straight at you–why didn’t you move?”
She rambled on, reaching out to help me sit up, but I shifted away from her touch.
Vanessa froze, her expression uncertain.
“Are you… mad at me?” she asked hesitantly.
She quickly tried to explain. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to leave you like that–it was just instinct to push him out of the way…”
Her voice trailed off, and guilt flickered in her eyes.
I remained indifferent. “I understand. It was just a reflex. No need to explain.”
After all, Griffin had always mattered more to her than I did.
Once, a situation like this would’ve broken my heart. Now, I just felt numb.
Vanessa, looking like a chastised child, opened her mouth to continue apologizing.
But her phone rang, interrupting her.
She glanced at me, guilt written all over her face, hesitating before answering.
