Angela's POV
He stopped mid-step.
Slowly, he turned around. His gaze was dark, unreadable. Then he started walking toward me.
I took a step back without realizing it. He didn’t stop until there was almost no space left between us.
His hand came up. Fingers closed around my jaw.
“I look tired to you?” His voice was low, almost a whisper. “Don’t try to analyze me. You don’t know a damn thing about my pain.”
He leaned in. His voice dropped against my ear. “That pain is the reason I’m still alive.”
My heart raced. “I know I hurt you,” I whispered.
Aaron let out a short laugh. “Hurt me?” he said. “You destroyed me, Angela.”
“I know.” My voice trembled, but I didn’t look away. “I’m not asking you to forgive me. I don’t deserve that.”
I took a breath, steadying myself. “But if you need
