“Don’t speak of her. Don’t you dare fucking speak of her.” I swallowed hard, the weight of guilt pressing heavily on me. “I’m sorry,” I whispered as I shook my head. I couldn’t wrap my head around what was happening, on how he could be standing in front of me so different than the man I knew. “I never wanted this for you.” Micah let out a soft, bitter laugh. “Well. Here we are.”
