Chapter 97
Andrew's POV
My fists hammered against the heavy bag in front of me. Sweat clung to my skin, dripping down my face. I didn't care. My fists were relentless—driven by anger and the kind of frustration that doesn't go away with words.
Somehow, after the night on the balcony, Vera has not said a word to me. I didn't blame her. It was all my fault. And I messed up. However, whatever I had said to her was for the best.
“You should apologize,” Rick said behind me. He strides forward after noticing I had ignored him.
Apologize. I had no idea how to even begin. How do you say sorry when the truth you told still feels right?
I kept punching.
Rick sighed, hands on his hips. He looked frustrated. Without warning, he yanked the heavy bag away from an approaching mid-punch, letting m
