last thing she wanted to hear was that he’d quit drinking because he knew that was why he’d lost her. It hurt too much. The tears on her eyelids threatened to spill over and she tightened her jaw.
“I also know I’ve had seven years to get past a lot of stuff that you’re just facing now.”
His voice was soft, apologetic. But that only made it worse. Her tears teetered on the edges of her eyelids, then tumbled onto her cheeks.
She pivoted and raced to the door. She had to get the hell out of here.
“Kate, don’t.”
She stopped, her hand on the doorknob. “Don’t what? Don’t leave? Don’t care?”
“It doesn’t do any good to put yourself through the mess of remembering everything every time you see me. It’s over. It’s done. We might have lost us, but we have a daughter. And that’s something wonderful for me. So don’t go back in time wishing for what could have been. Just help me deal with today.”
Her chin wobbled with the effort not to sob. He’d had so much time to get over this that it almost seemed as if he had no emotion about their lost marriage.
But she did.
And it hurt.
Damn it. It hurt.
Tears streaming down her cheeks, she yanked open the door. “Sure. Fine. You can come by again tomorrow at one.”
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