“How long?” My gaze bounces between the swirling metallic pools in his eyes. “As long as it takes for me to not be this mad at you.” His lips press into a flat line as he bites down on whatever he was about to say. And then, after a beat, he repeats what he’s already told me. “Sugar, I am so sorry.” I smile sadly and draw away from him. “I know,” is all I say
