Chapter 32. Handing Herself Over

I fall asleep with my head against the wall, waiting for him. I wake up to Jackson looking down at me.

“I am sorry.” His head falls, and I stare at him. Why is he saying sorry? I feel like I messed everything up, not him.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. I caused this, not you. You told me the truth. Surely that is better than trying to act like everything is fine and you are okay?” I look at him; he sits on the floor.

“I didn’t mean to shout. I didn’t mean to talk to you like that. I was nasty and disrespectful. I shouldn’t have been. This is my fault for not fighting to get out more. I said to myself that if you had met someone when I got home, I would accept it and, if you wanted me back, I would forget what you did while I was away. I still see your face. You were actually scared of me. That is why I walked out. That face reminded me of the face you had when you told me about Max, and I did that to you.” I don’t know what to say to him. Yes, he scared me,