Chapter 13
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T he next morning Chloe packed her bag and called a taxi. A bus was scheduled to leave in an hour, and she planned to be on it. She hadn’t seen Dominic again after the blow up in the kitchen, but that was okay. She didn’t think she could face him anyway.
He’d made his point, made his feelings crystal clear.
All she could do now was go on with her life, despite the shattered heart that lay inside her chest.
The sound of the taxi’s tires crunching in the driveway sounded, and Chloe set the goodbye letter to Dominic on the table. It was short and right to the point. She didn’t mention anything that they’d done, didn’t even mention the fight. A simple, “Thank you for letting me stay here, but I think my time here is done,” was all that needed to be said.
She made sure to let him know when her bus would be leaving, not so much because she thought he needed to know, but more so because she hoped—in the back of her mind—he’d come to her. Of course, she knew he wouldn’t.
Chloe wasn’t stupid, no matter what she’d done recently that might have indicated the contrary.