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Kellan's POV

The look on Olivia's face was one that was seared into my mind. Still, though, her voice lived in my head, "Your apology won't take away my pain," as I drove away from Brian's penthouse.

She had, like, every reason in the world to hate me, and I had just about absolutely no idea how to fix that.

Something in my chest just felt that little bit heavier as I pulled into my driveway. My hands had tightened on the steering wheel for a second before I'd forced myself out of the car. I didn't want to see my face, let alone any other face, but knew going in and at least faking functionality was a must. The quiet of my house was emptier tonight, the silence just too loud to bear.

I stepped inside and slammed it shut. Right then my phone buzzed in my pocket and I drew it out and peered at the screen.

Sharon.

I mentally kicked myself. I'd left her in Paris no explanation and my reality reached out and slapped me square in the face.