“You know what?” I said, bending to meet her eyes with mine. I pressed my hands flat on her desk, forcing her to look at me. “I’m not sorry. Not even a little bit. I’ve wanted you for years. Decades. And did I ever think I’d have you? No. But then life brought me here, back to you, and you were fucking miserable the day I came back. You still are. You can open that pretty mouth of yours and tell me every lie you’ve told yourself but I’ll never believe them. I see you, Charlie.”
