Why, why didn't she just open the door that day?!
At this moment, regret finally crashed over her.
If she had opened the door that day, if she had walked out and made Garrison look her in the eye and say he was sorry, would he have stayed?
She remembered him in the ICU, using his bandaged hands to gently wipe away her tears. She remembered him in that pitch-black warehouse, beaten until he was coughing up mouthfuls of blood, yet refusing to make a sound.
She remembered that day at Taylor Manufacturing Corp, how he had stood in front of her, using his broad shoulders to block all the accusations and malice aimed her way.
And she remembered him kneeling before her, pressing that freezing vital sign monitor chip against her chest with absolute tenderness.
These memories flashed through her mind frame by frame, every single one like a needle piercing the softest part of her heart.
She had seen him standing high in the clouds, and she had seen him dragged through the mud.
She suddenly realized her heart was aching. It hurt.
Just thinking about him hurt so much she could barely breathe.
For a split second, she suddenly felt... she might still love him!
But the moment that thought surfaced, panic set in.
She didn't want to love him, she couldn't love him!
Her life had started over, and she didn't want the slightest entanglement with her past.
But she couldn't control herself. Whenever she thought of Garrison, that dense, suffocating wave of pain flooded her chest...
Not to mention, there was a child between them...
"Mom?" Archie's worried voice brought her back. "Are you okay? If you're not feeling well, I can take you to the hospital."


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