“Haven’t you ever apologized to someone?” I asked, morbidly curious now. “I just did.” “Oh my god.” I studied his side profile. “You haven’t.” With a deep frown etched on his face, Joey concentrated on the road ahead of us, but didn’t respond. We walked in silence for the rest of the way, and it wasn’t until we turned the corner of my street that I heard him mutter the words, “I’m sorry.” “Wow.” My heart fluttered around in my chest. “Is that your first time saying that word to anyone?” He shrugged, clearly uncomfortable. “Probably.”
