Iris blinked at her screen, pure alarm ringing through her. Maybe because I’m a meathead who made you jump off the boat.
Maybe because I’m a meathead who made you jump off the boat.He’d heard her. She’d said that her family, yesterday morning in the hospital on Maui. He’d heard her.
He’d heard her.Regret lanced through her, even as another message from him came in. I was trying to save you, by the way. I’m not perfect, and I’ve apologized a bunch of times.
I was trying to save you, by the way. I’m not perfect, and I’ve apologized a bunch of times.She’d never said he hadn’t apologized, nor had she ever accused him of being perfect—though he was pretty darn close to that. And she may have put some blame on him on the island, gone through a rough time where she thought maybe they wouldn’t
