She glared at his hand. “You should have thrown it overboard. But you can’t let go of the stupid thing. And I can’t let go of what you did.” She fell silent and the aftermath of her words rang around the room, lending the silence a heaviness that weighed on his lungs. I can’t let go of what you did. Her words chimed again and again. I can’t let go of what you did. Of course she couldn’t. He needed to— I can’t let go of what you did.
