“I won’t have them in here anymore. I’m sorry it made you uncomfortable. I just… It’s empty here when you’re gone. But that’s fine.” I hated the way she was forcing a smile onto her face, hated the way she averted her eyes as if she was ashamed. I wouldn’t have it. I gripped her chin again and forced her to meet my gaze. “You don’t apologize,” I gritted out. “You should have told me you were lonely.” “But that’s not your problem,” she said. When would she realize that everything that had to do with her was my problem? No, my honor to fix.
