Her sorry means nothing to me.
Her regret if it’s even there, means nothing.
“Sorry about what.” Right now, I can only guess, and I don’t like where my suspicions lead me.
She clears her throat and fidgets with her fingers. “Greg and I, we were happy, perhaps even in love. Until I found out Andy had married her. Something in me snapped and I felt betrayed and the need to hurt him came back with volume, so Greg helped me put together a plan. Plan to take Maya and feed her all kinds of lies about him until she would leave him, hurt him.” She takes couple of deep breaths. “But everything went wrong. She fought Greg and he punched her, hard. So, we took her and hid her without a plan of what to do next. Weeks became months and her pregnancy was starting to show. I hated myself. I wante
