Adea
“I’m sorry for yelling,” Shane said. My eyes went wide at his apology. Shane didn’t apologize. It went against everything he stood for. It went against everything he’d been raised. Not once had he ever said sorry to me. He was still angry but not as much as he had been.
“Every night that we spent away from each other was another night I was plagued with images of the two of you together. It drove me mad and I did some really shitty things. I wasn’t myself.” Shane gave me an apologetic smile.
