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He adds, “They took the punishment that should have been
mine.”
For the longest time, Nicole just stares at him. My heart breaks
for her. She has been holding on to this resentment for such a long
time, too. It must be hard to realize that all those years of resentment
were misplaced.
Finally, eyes glistening, she says, “And mine.” She wipes roughly
at the tears. “It was my idea.”
Then she does the most surprising thing. She rushes forward
and pulls Griffin into a hug. Now, I haven’t known Nicole for all that
long, but I think it’s safe to say that public displays of affection—or
any display of affection—is not really her thing.
“All these years,” she says, her voice tight. “You were my best
friend and I blamed you—”
“Shhh,” Griffin says, squeezing my hand tighter and using his
other to stroke Nicole’s back. “I came to grips with my guilt a long
time ago. Don’t you pick up where I left off.”
It could be his hero instinct compelling him to make her feel
better, but something tells me that this is as much about Griffin
healing as it is about Nicole. That’s a lot of anguish for them to
carry. Hercules has nothing to do with this.
In that moment, I feel a connection to him like I’ve never felt with
anyone before. Like I can feel what he’s feeling. Little tingles—like
a whole bunch of static shocks—prick at my palm where it meets
Griffin’s. He lays his cheek against Nicole’s head and our eyes meet
over her spiky blonde hair. A spark flashes in his eyes. He can feel
the connection, too.
I glance at Troy, who looks totally stunned.
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