Chapter 82

EMILY

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“Hey,” Harry said as he sat down across from me.

“Hey,” I said, offering him the friendliest smile I could muster because I didn't want him to think we were enemies, given how things had ended between us during our last interaction.

I had texted him and asked him to meet so we could talk things out and he honored my request. I had half feared that he would completely ignore my text, leaving me to be embarrassed but he had come to see me on such short notice as well because I had texted him the night before.

If I was being honest, I didn't know what I wanted to talk to him about. I didn’t know if I wanted to work things out or if I wanted to explain myself. It was just like the feeling I'd gotten when I was with my Mom: a part of me wanted to give a clear explanation as to why he was wrong about his theory about Gabriel making me uncomfortable in a way that could be misunderstood. It was simply not true.

He didn’t even make me uncomfortable. That was what I wished I could say