I looked at him. He looked calm right now, watching the sunset. He looked back at me and smiled beautifully.
“Tell me what’s been bothering you since this morning. Why have you been avoiding me, and why are you acting embarrassed the whole time?”
“Huh? I---”
“Don’t hide it anymore, Anastasia. You slammed the door in my face this morning. You don’t let me finish what I’m saying. You’ve been avoiding me. You talk to me, but you don’t look at me. You think I did not notice? What’s wrong, tell me?”
“I---I’m sorry.” I lowered my head. Tears are now running down my face. I am so ashamed of myself right now.
I can feel Fritz shift. He sat in front of me and lifted my chin with his glove-covered hand.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped my tears.
I sobbed
