She stepped back, mouth dropping open. “Since when?” “Two years ago.” Tears streaked her blotchy cheeks, and her face crumpled inward. “You decided I wouldn’t forgive you. You decided we were over. You decided it was your fault, and you let me go.” I searched her eyes, and realization sank in. I broke this. I broke us. “I’ll fix this.” “How?” I faked a smile. “You’ll see.”
