William
The drive should have felt long. Instead, every mile disappeared beneath my tires without me noticing.
My hands stayed locked around the steering wheel while my mind replayed the same conversation over and over again.
"I'm sorry." No,I shook my head. It was too small for an apology..
"I was wrong." Now, that wasn't enough.
"I miss you."
Selfish.
"I'll fix everything."
How? I could almost hear Isabella asking me the same question and I was cooked because I didn't even know where to begin.
Every apology sounded rehearsed, every explanation sounded like an excuse and worse, every version ended with Isabella looking at me the same way she had the last time we'd spoken, hurt, exhausted, and finally... done.
I tightened my grip on the wheel.
"No," I muttered into the empty c
