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“I love you too.” The words should feel so good to hear, but they don’t. Not in this context when they’re more like a reluctant admission than a gift. As if her love is a difficult fact she has to deal with instead of something that’s lifting her up. “And I loved Harrison.”

I grimace at the mention of his name. It kills me that I’ve done anything that makes Ava put me in the same category as him