I shake my head, swallowing the boulder in my throat. “I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to reach out.” There’s a red rim around her puffy eyes, and her cheeks look flushed. Has she been crying? Did I make her cry? I’m a fucking asshole. She bites down on her lip, not pulling away until it’s a shade darker. “It’s okay,” she squeaks unconvincingly, opening the door wider so I can come in.
