He stared at me like I’d slapped him. “You don’t have to. I didn’t mean—”
“It doesn’t matter. I do need to move out. I have no place here, Hunter.”
“Where will you go?”
“I’ll figure it out.”
He looked wrecked. “You could stay as long as you need. I could always move to the office apartment.”
“I think I have stayed long enough, don’t you?” I said. “I will not be a rebound for your issues with Helena even though she is no longer here, and I will not let you blame me for what went on before or after her death. I have enough guilt to live with without carrying yours.”
He didn’t argue. Just stood there. He had lost the color in his face. I didn’t know if he was shocked or angry.
I stepped past him.
“Grace—” His voice cracked.
I turned back.
“I’m sorry,” he said again, softer this time
