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After visiting hours ended, Easton and I left the hospital without saying a single word.
I was surprised that he didn’t cry the way I had, but his eyes looked sad and exhausted.
When he stopped the car in front of my house, I unbuckled my seat belt and turned to look at him before getting out.
I didn’t want to leave, but I had to.
“Thanks for bringing me home,” I murmured softly.
“Thank you for coming with me.”
I smiled.
“It was nothing.”
I swallowed hard and looked down at my hands resting on my lap.
“Easton...”
“No,” he said immediately, noticing the strange tone in my voice. “Please, don’t say anything.”
“You don’t even know what I’m going to say,” I complained.
“Yes, I do. That’s why I don’t want to hear it.”
“We can’t keep doing this,” I blurted out, feeling like I
