Chapter 83

There’s a pause between us as he absorbs my words and all of this. His posture is straightening, and he shifts on his feet, uneasily still with his back to me. I can see how his shoulders heave, which tells me his breathing is shallow and erratic while he rationalizes everything I’m spilling out. My words touching a nerve.

“You know why I did that. I explained it. It wasn’t like that.” He turns slowly, and his red-rimmed shining eyes and furrowed brow are another slice to my already gaping wounded heart.

“How was I supposed to know anything? In our last encounter, you told me you never wanted to see me again and were moving in with her. You made it clear I would have a war on my hands over OLO.”

“I’m an asshole who says stupid shit when he’s backed against a wall, and no one knew how to stick a knife into me and twist it as you could. It was your gift to fuck me up and always leave me second-guessing all my decisions when it came to us. I said a lot of things that