“I’m sorry I fucked things up for you.” “You don’t have anything to apologize for.” He takes my hand, squeezing, as I choke down a sob. “You didn’t make me do this.” “I did.” My heart hammers in my chest. “I’m so sorry I broke down; I shouldn’t have told you then. It threw everything off.” He shakes his head. “If anything, you should have told me the moment it happened.”
