He knew, though. He put a hand beneath my chin and lifted my head. I blinked furiously and willed the tears to stop, but they didn’t. Phil and I had had the worst possible misunderstanding all those years ago, and there was nothing we could do about it. It was too late.
Stroking his thumbs across my cheeks to wipe away the moisture, Phil said, “Please don’t cry, C. It was a long time ago.”
The use of the nickname only he used for me, coupled with his brush-off of the situation just made me more upset. I pulled away from him and covered my face with my hands.
“Wh-what did I say now?”
My sadness and grief had started to morph into anger. I moved my hands and stared him in the face. “Oh, it’s all very well for you, isn’t it?” I repeated his words mockingly, “It was a long time ago. Well,
