“Why am I always a means to an end?� She spoke the whisper more to herself than Brodie as she backed toward the hallway. “I’ve . . . I’ve just wanted to be enough.� Her voice broke and she growled against the weakness. “But . . . but every time I find out it’s all pretend.� She searched his face. He was supposed to be different. He’d carved a way deeper into her heart, her life, than any of the others. “Oh, how I wanted you to be different.�
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