Ash tries to turn my chin to look at them but I pull my face away. His voice is soaked in guilt. “It’s my fault…again. They wanted to go to you, fix everything. I asked them if they were going to make you choose between them. Jude was going to play on the west coast and Tate was headed to Florida. They were going to win you back but then you’d have to choose who to be with. I was being…selfish. I hated the idea of you being with one of us but not all of us. I convinced them to wait. I’m so fucking sorry.”
