Evan worked fast, and within ten minutes of arriving home, Adam called to tell me how sorry he was. After a good cry and some sulking, I knew I’d made a much bigger deal of the situation than was necessary, but I still didn’t like the lies. He was sorry, but I didn’t want sorry anymore. I meant what I’d told him. I wanted him to stop doing things that he needed to be sorry about.
Reaching The Tipping Point
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