CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY EIGHT
Sarah takes a step back, probably startled by the amount of anger in my voice.
Seeing that, the guilt hits me like punch in the gut, but I don’t take back anything I said. It’s not going to change anything in the slightest so why bother.
I just take a step back and then another before I turn around and begin walking back.
I’ve barely taken a few steps when she says, quietly, “I don’t hate you.”
Her words make me falter.
I go still and a part of me wants to go to her and beg her to take me back but ‘I don’t hate you’ doesn’t translate into forgiveness.
I take a shaky breath, trying to steady my wayward emotions.
“I know that you must have fought back to the best of your ability and I’m sorry I used my words to hurt you the other day.”
I can hear the guilt in her eyes and I close my eyes, trying to hold my own pain at bay.