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But being the grown-ass woman that I am, I’m not about to beg for him to want me. Clearly, this whole thing meant more to me than it did to him.

If he’s willing to walk away from this that easily, what’s the point in even trying?

Feeling the tears stinging the back of my eyes, I avoid eye contact with Shane, fearing looking into his eyes will make me cry even faster.

Instead, I just say, “You should go.”

He stands up and walks over to me. For a moment, I think he’s going to lean down and kiss me. Ihopethat’s what he does.

But instead, he just whispers, “Goodbye, Sunshine.”

The moment the door shuts behind him, I start to cry. My chest heaves as my sobs fill the air.

I have no idea how long I sit at the table and let my tears fall. Every memory of Shane and me runs through my head, and it feels surreal that it’s suddenly all just…over.

An hour ago, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I would be able to have it all. Maybe I could have a fantastic job and live with the man of my dreams.

But I guess it’s true that you can never truly have it all.

When I finally pull myself together, I stand up and decide that crying will get me absolutely nowhere.

You know what will get me somewhere? Packing my bags and getting the hell out of Grady.

Chapter Fifty

Shane

Jolting myself awake, I glance at the clock and see that it’s seven AM. I only made it to sleep about an hour ago. I must have dozed off in the recliner.

I spent my entire night in the recliner chair watching bad late-night TV, but I don’t think I paid attention to any of it.

Instead, I thought of Jenna. I already miss her so much I can barely stand it. This was the first night in weeks that I haven’t spent with her sleeping next to me. I miss her hair in my face as I would cuddle up behind her. I miss how warm her skin felt against mine.

I miss all of it.

And the fact that it’s been less than twelve hours is a good indication of how rough of a road this is going to be.

I hate that we left things the way that we did. Maybe I should have told her about the house and my offer to have her move in with me, but I just couldn’t. I wasn’t about to ask her to derail all of her plans just to move in with me.

And we both know that long-distance is so damn hard.

Breaking up seemed like the only logical option.

Standing up, I walk into the bathroom to relieve myself before getting ready for the day. I’m off work, and I don’t know if that’s good or bad. Work might help me keep my mind off of things.

When I finish in the bathroom, I head to the bedroom to change clothes. Trying to busy myself, I make my bed. When I yank the covers up, I see a small slip of paper go flying up toward the pillows.

Picking it up, I see it’s a handwritten note.

Hope you have a great day, sweets. Can’t wait to spend time with you tonight. I know it’s been hard since your grandma died, but just know, I’m here no matter what.

In case I haven’t told you today…I love you!

-Jenna

She must have written it yesterday before she headed off to the bookstore to go to work.

Son of a bitch.