Maybe Lachlan was right and this was another instance of Nick manipulating me. But I had to try.
I’d lived the past several years with the regret of not doing enough.
I couldn’t have this on my conscience, too.
Even if it meant losing the best thing that had ever happened to me.
Lachlan should have understood why I had to do this. If he couldn’t support my decision, couldn’t respect my decision, maybe he wasn’t the man I thought he was.
“I have to do this.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, every inch of his body so tense I feared he was about to shatter into tiny pieces.
Then he stormed out of my room, slamming the door behind him.