The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio)

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Chapter308 I was back hway ahead of schedule, just in tfor the day we remembered my mom.

On that day, Tyler was already at the hotel lobby, waiting to escortto my mom's grave.

We drove to the cemetery entrance, and Tyler and I walked the rest of the way.

He bought a lot of offerings, as if trying to make up for all the years he was absent.

My mom's picture on the headstone still wore that sloving, soft smile.

With the wind playing with the hem of my dress, I clutched the trophy and talked to my mom like she was right there with me.

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Tyler just stood there, keeping his thoughts to himself.

When we had to leave, my tears broke through.

His eyes were bloodshot when he asked, "Grace, no matter what Antoand I do, are we beyond forgiveness?" I wiped my tears, my voice steady. "I can forgive you as long as you stay out of my life for good." I would never erase the agony of the past.

There was no turning back to how things used to be between us.

The cuts might close, but the marks they left behind were still there.

I refused to let resentment eat up my life.

I was done with the grudges, ready to face what was ahead.

The light in Tyler's eyes dimmed, and with a twisted smile, he said, "Got it. I'll make sure Antogets the message." His voice wavered as he added, "I'll be moving out of your neighborhood and won't bother you anymore." I nodded. "Okay." "Will you be back around here sometime?" asked Tyler.

"I can't really say. I haven't really thought about it," I said.

In Wigocia, there was no one I missed except for my mom. Whether I was here or not, it didn't matter much tonow.

The next morning, at ten sharp, I checked out. Down in the lobbt belongs to sw into Antonio, who looked pale.

He was sitting in a wheelchair. His left cheek was all bandaged up.

It was Michelle's doing, not fatal but enough to leave a scar.

Antocalled out, "Grace." He was wearing a jacket over his hospital getup, looking skinny and tired.

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I kept on walking.

Antogot someone to wheel him over, cuttingoff.

He said, "Grace, I got something to say. I swear, I'm out of your hair after this." I stopped and gave him a nod. "I hope you can keep your word." "Tyler had a chat withyesterday," Antosaid.

He tried to keep his voice steady. "Grace, will you never givea chance?"

"Yep," I said without hesitation.

"Honestly, I'd rather we didn'tcross ve paths again." Antojust gaped at me, and after what felt like forever, he managed a wry smile and a swent He said, "I got it, Grace. I promise that I'll back off from now on.

"Before we say goodbye, can I hold you just once more?" "No." I shook my head. "Let's just end it Antonio. I'd prefer C, Antonio. I'd prefer i wiverun into each other I turned around and walked off.

It was supposed to be a gentle spring breeze, but it was shaking leaves e Ioose from the trees.

They spiraled down and hit the ground. When someone stepped on them, they made a soft crunch. Nobody noticed and nobody gave a damn.

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