That morning, I apologized to Amanda for the hundredth time. She simply asked me to apologize to Peterson instead.
"But why do you insist I apologize to him? You don't know the harm he has caused me"
"I don't have to know. I don't. I just know you have wronged him a million times more than he hurt you. Now that's not fair"
"I apologize to people I've wronged. I can apologize but not to him. No. Not to that boy"
"Well consider your apology to me unaccepted. Go get dressed, we have a bus to catch"
I walked out of Amanda's room more heartbroken than when I walked in. I couldn't imagine myself apologizing to Peterson. No! Not in this timeline. Not ever!
I didn't have the luxury of time to try on my finest clothes. So, I randomly picked a dress I saw lying on my bed.
It was seven o' clock on the dot. Amanda and Peterson had gotten to the dinning table before me. They looked like two peas in a pod.
"Would you like some more butter?", Amanda asked Peterson.