Then, to my absolute mortification, I started to cry. “What?” Nik said, looking at me in horror. “What did I say?” “Nothing,” I said, scrubbing at my face. “It’s me. It’s all me, not you. I just…I thought you were going to hate me, and I’m so relieved that you don’t.” “How could I hate you?” he said, his voice frustrated. “You were just trying to help me. I’m mad at you, but it’ll pass.” “I can accept that,” I said, giving him a watery smile.
