Her lips parted. For one terrible second he thought she might say his name the way she used to, soft and protective. Instead she said, “Just go cool off somewhere, Caleb.”
Somewhere.
Not don’t leave. Not this isn’t right. Somewhere.
The eggs slipped in Caleb’s grip, and he barely caught them before they hit the floor. His face burned. He set the carton carefully on the table because he refused to give Wade the satisfaction of seeing him shake.
He had been waiting for this in ways he had never admitted to himself.
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