Liza went on. "No doubt. Andrew loved you. He just never said it out loud, so you wondered if he cared. But he cared too much. That's why he was hard on you but shielded you."
Debra's nose stung. It was true.
At their first meeting, Andrew threw a woman off the balcony to scare her off.
He knew she craved peace, so he made himself the bad guy and pushed her away.
All his help came dressed up as deals. He taught her to trade her worth for what she deserved and kept their bond transactional.
It was all business and no heart.
He never opened up or crossed that line. Alone with him, she always felt off.
Maybe it started when Jordan hit the Arcane Academy. Andrew's first chess move to connect, but their roles stayed crystal clear.
"I know nothing I say might help right now," Liza said, grabbing her hand. "But if you're hurting badly, don't force it down. Face it and embrace it. Drown the pain with good times."
"Erica." Randy rushed up and scooped her off. "I've got her. She's trashed."
Erica snapped upright, pointing at the air. "I'm not trashed. I can drink more."
"Alright. Let's go back." Randy coaxed her, steering her off.
"Let's head back too," Debra said, linking arms with Liza.

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