Page 67 of Resisting Fate
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She closed her eyes, trying to keep from screaming. She didn’t like answering to Ben. He wanted to take over, be her Mr. Fix-It, and that was just not her. “Ben, I’m done.”
“Done?”
She met his eyes and spoke over the lump in her throat. “Yes.”
“Okay, we can talk later, but don’t think I’m letting it drop.”
She shook her head.
Understanding dawned, his expression going slack. “Are we…breaking up?”
“Yes,” she whispered and stepped out of the car, gently shutting the door behind her.
A moment later, the car door slammed behind him.
He didn’t come after her.
She walked on shaking legs by sheer force of will, nausea rolling around her stomach, and made it into her apartment before collapsing.
