CHAPTER 36 PARIS

The toy.

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I sighed for the tenth time, lying lazily across the bed with the diary beside me, yet my mind was too troubled to read it. After hearing from the nurse that Damon had stayed through all four of her surgeries, I realized he was never going to pull the plug. I was too blinded by my emotions to see that—he was just trying to pull me out. Turning to the other side of the bed, facing the window, my consciousness ate at me as I remembered the hurtful words I said. I even involved his mother. I resisted the urge to smack my head.

Sitting up, I grabbed my phone and checked for any response to my messages asking him to talk. The blue ticks mocked me—he had ignored me for a week now. I sighed again, feeling the weight of my own actions.

Jessie burst into the room, tossing her bag aside and rushing towards me. "Remember how we dreamed of going to Paris?" Her voice bubbled with excitement. "You never convinced Damon to take us, but guess what?"

"Yeah?" I replied.

"Zach's cousin is g