Still, I didn’t want to judge Alex too harshly. Seeing him was a shock. But I had to remember that the past was the past.
“I have a lot of other commitments,” I said.
"Commitments?”
“You know.Family commitments?”
“What, are youmarriedor something?”
“No,” I replied. For some reason, that stung most of all.
Alex looked like he was about to say more, but then he stopped, and shook his head.
“Lola,” he said. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry I didn’t call you. I’m sorry I sent that letter. I wasn’t thinking straight.”
“Thank you,” I said. His apology didn’t even begin to scratch the surface, but somehow I was hoping that if I pretended it was fine, the feelings wouldn’t keep bubbling up, that I’d still be able to keep smiling, keep being nice, to the man who’d ruined everything, to the g
