Kayla's POV
I was crying now, but there was no need to hold in my tears anymore. I let it flow, I let him see what he had done to me, how bad he had hurt me. I wiped my nose with the sleeve of my coat, anger building inside of me.
He looked at the photos again, then dropped the phone, his head in his hands. It was the closest I had seen Marcus to being sober and remorseful. He looked tired all of a sudden, drained even. I wanted to blame him for everything that had happened in our relationship, but I kept quiet, giving him a chance to explain himself.
"It just kind of happened, Kayla, I'm sorry. I should've let my feelings known to you. I should've told you how I felt. I'm sorry that I had to keep it from you–"
"When did it start, Marcus?"
I was asking him because I wanted
