Parisa squeezed her cold hands together, trying to hold back the ache twisting inside her chest.
This feeling had haunted her for over a decade, yet the memories from back then always remained out of reach.
Now, the source of her torment stood right in front of her. The man’s eyes held a deep, aching sorrow. He had come with the truth. So why shouldn’t she finally dig up the past, just like Whitney had said? It was time to close that chapter for good.
If she did this, maybe she could move on. Maybe she could finally say goodbye to everything that had held her back.
She took a shallow breath, raised her chin, and looked Hudson square in the face. His features were striking, and her gaze grew resolute. “If healing means tearing open old wounds, then I want you, Mr. Sheldon, to be honest and fair. Don’t lie to me just to protect yourself. I need to end this, once and for all.”
End it, completely?
Hudson’s heart thudded painfully in his chest. Of course he understood. She wanted to move on from him, too. She was saying goodbye.
Even with that ache inside, he managed a gentle, wry smile. “I understand. You’ve always been rational—maybe a little cold.”
He paused, the corners of his mouth twitching with a bittersweet memory. “You were like that as a kid, too. I remember the first day of college, when I was helping freshmen move in. That’s when I met you...”
Parisa caught the soft, almost wistful look in his dark eyes. She listened to his low, magnetic voice and felt herself tense up, as if she were falling into those memories—black and white snapshots of their awkward, youthful days together...
...
When Whitney returned to Ludwik’s hospital room, Parker was already there.
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