Page 13 of Fractured Rhythm

“For what?”

“For everything. For Jamie. For not being there. Hell, for everything.”

“You’re two years too late.” She paused, shaking her head, her hair shifting under the low lights in the bar. “No, it’s longer than that.”

“I know. I’m a dick and I’m sorry.”

Her shoulders shook before she straightened up and looked me dead in the eyes.

“One little apology doesn’t change what happened. And you know I’m talking about so much more than my brother.”

“I know.”

“I’m not doing this now,” she said, and she disappeared back into the crowd.

I wanted to go after her and try to get her to understand where I was coming from and how fucked up I’d been when we broke up. But that wasn’t fair to her. She hadn’t expected to see me in her corner of the world. I would give her time.

I just wasn’t sure how long I could hold out or if she would ever forgive me.

I still hadn’t forgiven myself.

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