Deirdre remembered. She remembered all of them, and now she returned every single insult he had hurled at her back at him.

Brendan had never, in his life, felt more stung by karma. All of the sh*tty things he had said in the past came back to stab him in his chest, drawing blood.

He opened his mouth. “I…”

Nothing remotely good came out. In the end, he clenched his hands and ended pathetically, “If that’s what you think, so be it.”

Explaining himself ceased to be meaningful. He could sense