“I’m so sorry,” I whisper when I realize that while I’ve been wallowing in my grief, Temper has been carrying her own. “I didn’t even think about how you must be feeling.” I pet her hair back, staring into her face. She squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head. “You don’t have to apologize about that,” she says hoarsely. “I understand.” After a moment she whispers, “I wasn’t supposed to like him.”
Aww she’s hurting over Malaki too!
