“Nothing about how I treated you is okay. What I did to you was wrong. I hate that you’d even try to excuse my behavior. You don’t deserve that. Not from me or anyone else.” “Why?” I asked, focusing on his hand palming my knee. “Why did you want me to stay away so bad? What did I do?” “You did nothing.” His voice was low and rough, lined with regret. “What I do, how I react—that’s on me. But I was being honest. You scare me, Shay,”
