I say, "You don't understand, Yemi," in a voice that is almost audible above a whisper. "I never intended for this to occur. I never intended to cause you harm.
He stands near the window with his back to me, his eyes frigid and distant. Between us, the stillness is like a dense, oppressive mist. His thoughts are so thick with disappointment and rage that I can just hear them pressing on the atmosphere.
"Then why did you do it, Lola?" His voice is a deep growl with a hint of annoyance. "What makes you betray me in this way? Why would you choose that after all we've been through?"
My chest fills with the well-known agony of shame as my heart tightens. Tangled in the knot of my feelings, the words I want to speak are stuck in my throat. I've attempted to make amends and provide an explanat
