Page 25 of Memories of Us

Leaning the back of my head against the hot window, I focused on the still empty parking lot. “You went to rehab.” I bit my lower lip and smiled. “You always said you would go one day. I'm proud of you, Brenton.” I looked at him through welled tears. “So proud of you. What made you finally go?”

“I don't know, really. Wish I could say it was my decision, but I woke up there. I always assumed Caleb or Dad—hell, maybe Pappy—put me in there. They kept me sedated for a while to ease the withdrawal symptoms.”

“Brenton?” Unease fluttered in my gut and spread up my chest. “When did that happen?”

Not sensing my reluctance, he shrugged like his answer didn't matter. But it did. It could change everything.

“I don't know. Look, someone just opened the door. Let's do this.”

Before I could stop him, he was out the door and rounding the hood. I was still staring at the passenger seat, processing it all, when the knock on my window startled me. Brenton stood on the other side of the door, motioning for me to hurry.

If he only knew what his revelation could mean, he wouldn't be as impatient.

Because if he didn't remember going into rehab, if the timeline matched up to our last night, then there was no way he drafted the agreement or made a choice as they said.

Which meant the man I'd spent the past thirteen years hating wasn't the one who broke my heart and left me in shambles.

Someone else did.

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