“Are you asleep?” “No,” he mutters. “I’m just trying to figure out who you are and what you’ve done with Nate.” I know he’s joking, but my heart still twists with guilt and shame over the way I treated him. “I’m sorry.” “No, you’re not.” He sighs. “Not really. And you don’t have to be. I deserved it. I knew what you’d do to me and I let it happen.”
