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he said quietly. “But I have lost something I love so suddenly. Or, rather, someone.”

That is when I remember. He is talking about Regin’s mom. Now I feel horrible having ranted at him about losing something when Micheal lost the woman he loved.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

“It’s fine. I know where you’re coming from.” Even then, Micheal doesn’t look convincing. “I’ve made my peace with her death. Of course, it still hurts, but I’ve made my peace. No amount of mourning and wishing she was here is going to bring her back.”

“Not in real life, anyway,” I murmur.

He glances up at me, and I see a flicker of understanding. He does know where I’m coming from, and I feel bad for snapping at him.

My phone buzzes again, and I reach for it as a reflex. It’s from Nathan again, and I can see the message on my screen.

Do you want company tonight? I can come over and keep you warm in this storm. I know you must be scared.

“For fuck’s sake,” I growl as I toss my phone onto the table. “Do you men know how t