He glanced at me, his dark eyes intense. “Why don’t you hate me?” “For what? Breaking up with me without giving me a chance to respond, or cutting me out of your life for so long?” “Both.” I fiddled with my engagement ring. “I hate what you’ve been through and that I had to live without you for so long. And don’t get me wrong, your silence sucked. But I kind of understood. It wasn’t like it was just me—you wouldn’t talk to anyone. That took some of the sting out of it. It’s been hard, but I don’t hate you.”
