Every apology Chris has given me since his return to New Haven has been real, true, genuine. I’ve always known that, but I’ve never let myself feel them. I’ve never allowed myself to sink into them, to perceive them as evidence of his love for me instead of a reminder of his guilt. But this apology? This is the apology. The one too raw to ignore, the one too guttural to dismiss. The one that sets everything in my world back to rights.
