I no longer had the strength to argue. The fight, the love, the pain—it all felt pointless. I reached for the lunch box on the ground, then extended my hand to Hudson. "Of course, you can stand on your moral high ground—you’re not the one who lost your family. Now give me the keys. I’ll go to the hospital on my own."
Hudson’s gaze fell to my bloodied arm, concern flickering across his face. "Aubrey, how did you hurt your arm? You can’t drive like this. Let me take you."
But just then, Harper dramatically swooned, collapsing to the ground. Hudson rushed to her side without hesitation, cradling her in his arms. "Harper, what’s wrong?"
Weakly, she pressed a hand to her forehead. "I feel lightheaded. It’s probably my low blood sugar."
Without missing a beat, Hudson pulled a piece of candy from his pocket, peeling it open and feeding it to her. "There’s a restaurant up ahead. I’ll get you something to eat."
He carried her off, leaving me standing there, abandoned and numb.
I watched them disappear, an unexpected calm settling over me. That was it. I realized, in that moment, I stopped loving him.
With a deep breath, I pulled out my spare key, got into the car, and drove away.