As Christian sees me put the pieces together, he slowly nods. “Yeah, Iris,” he murmurs. “It’s bad.”
“Christian,” I whisper, leaning forward and reaching for him. But he tightens his jaw and my hand falls limply between us as I shake my head. “Why did you do this? I’m – I’m not worth it, Chris –“
But the way he looks at me when I say that – I just don’t have any words with which to finish that sentence.
“You’re worth it, Iris,” he says, his voice steady and assured, like he’s never been more sure of anything in his life. “All right? And…it’s done. So, the only thing we can do now is move forward. Come up with a plan.”
I stare at him for a long moment before I nod, just once. “Okay,” I say, agreeing to it, because he’s right. And even if I feel so incredibly guilty that Christian’s done
