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I can’t believe it.
    “God Lib!” I screech. “Why would you keep that?” The minute it leaves my mouth, I wish I could take it back, because it’s evident why she never threw it away.
    “Because.” Her eyes begin to tear and they slowly reveal exactly why she kept it. “I felt the same way,” she admits.
    “So, why not call it quits with Camden?” I lose her focus again when she rises to her feet and retreats back to the window.
    “I’m scared, Marisa. I’m not sure what he’d do to me.”
    Standing up, I slowly walk toward her, but she turns her back to me. “Libby,” I say, placing my hand on her shoulder. “Has he ever—”
    “No, he’s never hit me, but I doubt he’d be okay if I leave.” I release the breath I’ve been holding in, relief that it hasn’t gotten that bad—yet.
    “Lib, you have to.” I ease my way in because I know first-hand when someone from the outside tries to dissect your relationship, you only become defensive.
    “I know, Marisa. I’ve tried to conceal the bad parts of our relationship, but lately.” Her teeth clench onto her lip. “Wes has been—god, I’m awful—I can’t stand to listen to myself.” She throws her arms up, her voice inching to a higher level.
    “What’s going on Libby? You can tell me.” I inch closer, attempting to comfort her.
    “I’m scum, Marisa. I cheated on Camden with Wes.”
    Not really knowing what to say, I remain silent and Libby’s hands start shaking as she plays with them. “Libby. It happened once. Just tell Camden, figure out what you want to do and that’s that.” Simple plan in my opinion, that’s not even considering the asshole Camden obviously is.
    “Not once,” she whispers and a huff of air leaks out of me in awe before I can suck it in. “I know, Marisa. You don’t have to tell me. I already lie awake at night with thoughts of the horrible person I am.” She distances herself from me, walking back toward the bed. I’m speechless that I had no prior knowledge of any of this.
    I’m about to join her when I hear a knocking and then Wes’s voice calling for Libby. Her eyes dart to mine, more fearful than earlier if possible. She may not realize the place Wes might hold, but it’s clear how much she cares for him with that one sole-searching look.
    Running to the door, I spring it open and Wes takes two steps from Libby’s door to mine. Peering in, he barges past me without permission. Falling to his knees, he grabs Libby’s hands, wrapping them within his. “Tell me,” he pleas, and more tears erupt from her.
    “He’s coming,” she admits, but Wes doesn’t falter his movements. If anything he closes the distance even more. My eyes widen at the different side of Wes coming out tonight.
    “Lib,” he waits for her to look up, “he’s here. The front desk just called and said he’d like to talk to me.”
    “No … no … no.” She shakes her head. “I’m so sorry.” Her whole body shakes uncontrollably. Wes sits on the bed, wraps his arms around her in safety, holding her tight. It’s the most affection I have ever witnessed from Wes and the thought I’m intruding floats before I remember this is my room.
    He murmurs something in her ear and she nods. Then he pulls back and places his hands on either side of her face. “I’ll take care of it. Stay in Marisa’s room. Okay?” She nods again. Then he kisses her forehead and stands up. “I’ll be right back.”
    I widen my eyes when Wes reaches me, but he ignores me and exits the room. “Libby, I’ll—”
    “Go.” I grab my phone and rush out of the room. By the time I arrive at the elevators, Wes is gone. Pressing the down button a zillion times, it seems forever before the doors slide open and even longer for them to shut and descend. My impatient foot tapping begins as it floats down each floor while I cross my fingers no one stops it from going.
    By the time it stops and the doors open, I can hear Wes and Camden’s voices