WYNTERSome memories had a habit of turning full cycle, coming all the way to bite you in the ass.“Killian.” I breathed, my lips trembling as I tried to pick out my words. What exactly was I supposed to say? How do I start? I bit down on my lips till I could taste blood, my hair clinging to my face, my face wet from tears.“Six years, Wynter. And you call me to cry in my ears?” His voice was cold, distant, exactly how I had expected it but even now, hearing it made my heart ache.“I'm sorry.” I broke out, finally letting down all my guard as my shoulder fell.“I'm so sorry, Killian.” I whispered, tears cascading out my eyes, “Please, I know I shouldn't have called. I really shouldn't have.” I pleaded.“But my daughter. Killian, she's dying. I don't know who else to call.” “Here's an idea; Your husband. Try calling him.” I felt a lump in my throat.How do I tell my ex boyfriend that his brother, whom I had chosen over him, was now cheating on me?How do I admit to that?“He's —”“B
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