I stiffen, the accusation in her words hitting me all wrong, a penetrating slice through my armor. “Who says I’m not happy?” A frown mars her pretty face. “Everyone. The world.” Her frown deepens and I see it in her blue eyes. The pity. The headlines as they dance through her brain. She shakes her head. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It was careless and insensitive. It’s not as if you don’t have your reasons for being this way.”
