He gave George his sweater.
The same sweater he'd given me all those months ago, the soft oversized heather gray one, the one that smelled of warm cinnamon, Clay's smell.
The sweater he'd said belonged to me.
I had no right to be upset; I'd returned the sweater to him, it was his again. His to do whatever he liked. I tucked the bracelet in there too, maybe he should give that to George too. That would really rub salt into the wound.
But it still made my chest ache, every time I saw George wearing it, every single damned time.
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