But she just stared at me, her eyes filling with tears that wouldn’t shed. “Why did you have to do this?” I frowned, letting my arms fall. “I—” “No,” she said, shaking her head, hands clinging to the strap of her purse like a lifeline. “Everything was fine. I was fine until I met you. You’ve messed everything up.” My brows furrowed more. “What, by reminding you that you have a choice? That you don’t have to marry someone who makes you feel this way?”
