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He groped for one more excuse.

"I only got the wrong person—if I'd known it was you from the start—"

"Enough."

My voice cut through him like glass.

"You think our problem was just Isobel? Without her, there'd have been another woman. Another excuse."

"It isn't me you can't let go of. It's your need to control. You just can't stand losing. That's all this is."

"Don't come looking for me again. Let's part on good terms."

I walked him out.