“I…wasn’t mad about you getting in that car. I mean, I was mad. I think anyone would be mad at first. But what pissed me off was the fact you shut me out. You shut all of us out.”
“I know,” I whispered. “I did.”
“Do you have any idea how that made us feel? I didn’t know how to help you. You wouldn’t let me or anyone else in to even try to figure it out, and that’s what really made me angry. I lost Megan, and it felt like I lost you, too.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do it. I just—”
“I get it. Your head wasn’t in the right place, and I…I should’ve done what Dary did. Give you space. Give you time.” She dipped her chin. “So I am sorry for that.”
“You don’t have to apologize.” I stepped toward her. “I don’t want any more apologies. I just want things to be…to be okay between us.”
I knew I could never go back and change anything about that night. I could only do better. I was alive—I was still here.
I knew I couldn’t go back and start a new beginning. I couldn’t rewrite the middle. All I could do was change tomorrow, as long as I had one.
If there is no tomorrow. Jennifer L. Armentrout