I didn't even resist, knowing how badly I needed it right now because the room was extremely cold.
“Can I sit down?” he asked, gesturing to the seat next to mine.
Although I may have preferred a bit more space between us, it would not be my place to refuse.
“Suit yourself,” I replied with a shrug.
Silence lapsed between us until it was broken by his voice.
“I'm sorry, Elizabeth.”
I stared at my lap to avoid his gaze, wondering what he could possibly be apologizing for.
Was he sorry that my grandfather had killed his own? Sorry that I had been unwillingly pulled into this complicated situation? Or perhaps he was merely sorry for how miserable I appeared at that moment. Regardless, his words left me with more questions than answers.
"You don't have to apologize. None of us wanted thi
