“I am sorry,” I told her, tone gruff now and thick. “For what?” she whispered, seeming to lean closer as she chewed on her bottom lip. “Hurting you,” I replied honestly. Christ, my voice didn’t even sound like it belonged to me. It was strained…raw. I cleared my throat and added, “It won’t happen again.” “You promise?” There she went with the promises again. “Yeah,” I said, tone thick now. “I promise.”
