He just sat there, head bowed, looking like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Knuckles went white as she gripped the steering wheel and let out a guttural scream. Tears followed, head bowed as she sobbed into the leather. It was better to get it out now then to make Dimitri go through all this too. He had been so sweet, but he looked exhausted and ragged as of late. He worried too much, she wasn’t worth it. She felt selfish for keeping him at this point. The thought only made her sobs more intense, body shaking as pathetic sounds crept from her throat. Karl was right, she was useless, and petty, and stupid. She was dragging this wonderful boy down. It wasn’t right. He didn’t deserve to sit and worry, to lose sleep over something like her. What good was she? She breathed deeply, trying to calm herself. Dimitri would be waiting and her showing up upset would only worry him more. She flipped down the visor mirror. It made her grimace, the way she looked. Eyes aqua. Rabella returned home from work and soon wondered where Simon was. Checking her handheld computer for messages, she read Simon's terse email.
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