*Katrina POV*
"You can tell me anything. Please, don't be nervous," he finally said. I nodded, and turned as much as my seat belt would allow me to, so I could face him.
"OK. Um, I had mentioned to you several times before that I wanted to open a shop to sell my designs. I know the last time it was mentioned, things uh, well, they didn't go too well. However, it's something I need to do, DK. I need to prove to myself that I can do it. Not of anything other than leaving some kind of legacy for Cheyenne. Something to make her proud, something to make you proud," I started to say.
I saw his jaw tighten. He was thinking about Seth and me.
"Me proud? Why me? Wasn't that going to be your escape plan to leave me?" he asked with so much hurt in his voice.
I felt a pang of regret in my heart
