Lyla
"I'm sorry," I managed between sobs. "I'm sorry about how I acted the day Nathan died. I never blamed you for what happened to him. I blame myself more than anything." The tears continued to flow as I clutched his shirt. "I hope we can stop fighting. I need you, Ramsey. I need you so much."
"Shh," he soothed, stroking my hair. "You have me. You've always had me."
"I know," I hiccupped, still crying. "I'm sorry… I am, I swear."
I cried for the longest time, pouring out my pent-up frustrations until I was spent. I sagged against his chest until the tears finally subsided. Ramsey tilted my face up to his. "Is that what's been bothering you? You thought I was angry about Nathan?"
I couldn't tell him the truth—not all of it- so I nodded, letting him believe this simpler explanation.
He brushed a tear from my cheek with his thumb. "I could never stay angry with you, Lyla. We've all made choices we regret. What matters is that we're together."
