Maybe it wasn’t.
Maybe it was something else.
“Do you know what I regret?” I whispered.
“What?”
“I spent so much time trying to prove I was lovable that I forgot to ask whether I was being loved.”
Clara didn’t answer immediately.
Then she said:
“That’s the question you need to answer now.”
Three days passed.
Julian did not apologize.
Instead, he sent messages.
At first, they were casual.
“Are you still upset?”
Then:
“We need to talk.”
Then:
“You’re making this bigger than it is.”
Each message revealed the same thing.
He wanted the situation resolved.
But he did not want to acknowledge why it happened.
Finally, on Friday evening, he arrived at the condo.
I opened the door but did not invite him in.
He looked different.
Calmer.
More controlled.
The version of Julian that other people knew.
“I want to apologize,” he said.
