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thirty eight
"It's my mum," he spoke almost shakily, leading me to immediately assume the worst.
And as the next two words left his lips, my heart shattered into a million pieces along with his own.
"She's dying."
"Oh Tyler, I'm so sorry," I tried my best to convey my sympathy, eventhough I knew I would probably never know the extent of his pain. "When did you find out?"
"Zoey called last Wednesday," he replied, "just after I got the text from Rebecca."
"You should have told me. You know I would have come back early with you."
"Would you have? Really?" His voice raised slightly again, the first sign that the tone was turning. "Because it really seemed to me like you'd left me for dirt."
"I was just scared, Tyler," I reasoned with him. "There wasn't a second there that I stopped cari
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