Edgar felt his face burn.

Not from anger.

From shame.

She had doubted herself.

And he had spent years doubting her, feeding his hatred for her.

When he read or maybe I hate the teenage girl I was when I was with you, his stomach twisted.

Laura didn’t just hate him.

She blamed herself for loving him.

He leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath.

“I never wanted to get ahead at your expense...” he whispered, as if she could somehow hear him.

But the words were already there.

Written.

And th