“I’m not over you,” I calmly say, “but you didn’t give me much of a choice here, Dakota. You’ve barely spoken to me since you moved. You broke up with me, remember?” I look at her. She’s staring at the floor. “You wanted to focus on yourself when you moved, and I got that. I let you have your space and you didn’t do anything to stop me. You didn’t reach out to me at all.”
