"I don't know." Her instinct had been to fight and claw against his iron grip on her, but Ollie's words distracted her. By the time he held her face in his hands, the fight had gone out of Nona. Her shuddering ceased, and Nona did not know how to stem the outpouring of emotions. She thought that releasing all her pent up feelings was supposed to make her better, when in fact she felt much worse.
She didn't know what to make of his declaration that Nicola Scarpin meant nothing to him, when much of the gossip she had been privvy to disagreed. Hearing it had saddened and enraged her, because she thought they had made progress on Halloween, actual progress for them, and yet… he was with someone else, so what did that mean of his feelings for her? Nona had fought long and hard for attention in her life, and she unequivocally refused to do so with a person who—with someone who had told her that he felt—
"You were gone, and I thought… if I waited until you'd gotten back, I'd know… and then you did, but she—" The truth came out muddled, and reluctantly, but Nona was unable to stop herself, voicing thoughts she had had for months but had never dared utter. "I want you to forget everything about the baby. It would be… easier, if you didn't know, because, otherwise… I don't know if we can ever get past this."
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