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Chapter 58: Isabelle: You're a Hypocrite

I feel bad for not texting Grayson all weekend, but I needed time to think. And that's all I did, too. Think. Obsess. Change my mind. Pray. Think some more. I'm sick of my own thoughts, but at least I know now what I need to do. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to approach Grayson. He just parked his bike and is hanging his helmet on the handlebar. My heart is in my throat, and my legs tremble with a mix of nerves and sadness.

"Hey, can we talk?"

He turns to me, his expression both shocked and pleased. "Yeah, of course."

The sun is shining, and the air is fairly warm. Still, a shiver forces its way through me. "So, I've been thinking a lot about what you said that day at the hospital."

He removes his backpack from his bike and slips his arms through the straps. "And?"