A finger lifted my chin so that my eyes met her emerald gaze. “You need to stop beating yourself up over something that happened so long ago. Why do you let the guilt stay with you?” Her tone was edged with sincere concern, her expression serious.
I lamely shrugged, my brows furrowing. “It was wrong. I hurt Mimi. And I hurt you,” I whispered.
She scoffed, her finger still on my chin, her gaze on me. “For real, Kelly? Mimi is happily married with a great husband, a kickass career, a toddler, and another on the way. From what she’s told me, you two are as close as ever despite the distance. She and I are still good friends. Why can’t you and I be as close as we used to be?” The grief in her soft voice caused me to bite my lip. It was such a cliché, but the tension was so thick, I doubted it could be severed with the sharpest knife.
I felt the compulsion to apologize again. “I’m sorry,” I said.