almost caved, but I didn’t. For once, I was strong. I kept my gaze straight ahead, minimizing the sadness I saw in my periphery. Yet another reason I should be dead. The fact a man as strong and proud as Sasha was on his knees, on the verge of tears, over me? It made me sick to see what I’d reduced him to. I didn’t deserve his sympathy. I deserved his anger. I didn’t listen. I never listened. How many times had he told me?
