“Why me?” she whispers, searching my face intently. “Do you have any idea how much I lost because of the attack?” I ask. “I dropped in the draft. I didn’t get the money I’d been promised. The teams I wanted to play for, who were interested in me, passed. And then you. . .” And then you fucking left me there by myself, to pick up the fucking pieces of the heart you shattered because I was stupid enough to fall for you.
