With his head lowered again, he scratched at his jawline. “You just seem busy.” A long sigh escaped me. I couldn’t tell him the whole truth. It was way too pathetic. I’d wasted most of my twenties chasing the wrong things and now I had to exhaust myself every day to keep from spiraling. About the mess I’d made out of my adult life. About all the stupid mistakes I’d made and all the ways I’d put others before myself.
