Chapter 205: Being Consistent
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Those were different things. Completely different. And no amount of Tuesdays would close that gap unless Lake understood—actually understood, with the full information, not the assembled pieces—what had happened and what I'd done about it and what I intended going forward.
I couldn't be the one to tell him. That wasn't my conversation to have. It was Lucian's, and Lucian was in there having it, and I needed to trust that.
But I sat at the table and I understood, finally, the actual shape of what I was asking Lake to do.
I was asking him to trust that I was different from the person who left.
And the only way to show him that was the one thing the person who left had never done.
Stay.
Just keep staying. Keep coming on Tuesdays and stirring Lucia
