#Chapter316
I try and push it down and pick up a beer mat to start picking at instead, trying to hold myself together. Knowing he’s waiting on me to say something, so I scramble my brain for the words. I have never been good at being the talker, I have always relied on him to lead me in every way. It’s so not easy to make the words come out of my mouth.
/"I needed thinking space from us, even though it was wrong for me to do that. I see that now. I’ve done nothing but think about everything Arry. Think about you./" I try for sincere, aching to reach out and take his hand he has resting on the table as his other taps on his thigh.
/"And?/" He seems disinterested, but I know it’s an act. His mask is on and he’s hurting too. I’ve hurt my baby boy.
/"I know I have a lot to apologize for, I don’t even know where to start./" Words are evading my crazily blank and terrified brain.
