Lesley’s POV
“Where’s Sandra now?” I asked, wondering if I would be getting visitors from ex-mates as well as ex-girlfriends…
“She ran away shortly after,” he answered, sadness and bitterness dripping from every word. “I haven’t seen or heard from her since.”
I glanced up. He didn’t look at me, but I didn’t need to see the rest of his face, to recognize the pain and anger in his expression. He tried to hide it, but sadness and disappointment were feelings not easily hidden away. They were the feelings that sometimes left the deepest scars…
“I’m sorry,” I muttered before I could help myself.
“What?”
“I’m sorry,” I repeated, letting my fingers fumble with the helm of the hoodie. “I can’t imagine what that must feel like; not knowing what happened to your mate.”
“She rejected me,” he s
