I bite my cheek to keep from weeping as I wait on the sofa.
I hear the sound of his boots on the wooden floor and I hold my breath as it gets louder.
"Sunny-"
"Please just go." My voice is hoarse from crying.
He releases a deep sigh before continuing past me.
When I hear the door close I finally let it out. All of it. The hurt of his words, the embarrassment for calling Mato a liar, the pain I felt when I spotted the smudged ink on his hand. It hits me like a bus.
Gran always said I was lucky for being so in touch with my emotions, even at a young age, but this is too much. It's like a wave of anguish and I'm drowning, I can't breathe.
How could he ever think I thought of him as something I needed to fix?
Ella accused me of that once. She asked if that's what attracted me in the first place. A lot of people size up our relationship the same way but they're so very wrong.