“You know all about mine.”
“Sure I do. What does that prove?” Trey said.
“That I’m past mine. You haven’t gotten past yours. You still hold a chip on your shoulder if you’re asked to take responsibility for anyone, but yourself.”
“I took you in. I made you the undercover officer you are.”
“Yeah. I won’t deny that. Once we were out of the field you shut down. You didn’t let me in.”
She drove out of the lot, not sure where she was headed. She saw a park down the road and pulled into it. “I can’t drive and argue.”
Trey looked out the window. She couldn’t see his face, but she waited. For what she wasn’t sure. She didn’t expect a revelation or for him to pour out his soul.
“I’m sorry.”
An apology. “What?”
He turned back to me. “You heard me. I’m sorry. If that’s why you left me then I’m sorry that you needed more than I could give.”