I don’t know what’s going on here between us. Except that I think it has less to do with me forgiving him. And a lot more with him forgiving himself. So I give him the lamest shrug in the world followed by a, “Sure, I forgive you, why not.” That’s all Chad needs to hear. His face brightens up. “Good. ‘Cause you sure ain’t about to forgive what I’m gonna do next.” My face tightens. “Uh, what?”
