Jade sat in his eloquently furnished apartment, staring at the flickering glow of his TV screen but not truly watching anything. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions, guilt, and confusion.
His mind kept circling back to Laura—her face when he last saw her before the accident, the anger in her voice when she confronted him in the park, the tears that stained her cheeks.
He had tried to shake the feeling that he had failed her, but it lingered like a dull ache in his chest.
There had been so many times when he wanted to reach out, to call her, to explain everything.
But what could he say that would make things better? He had messed up too many times already. The last thing Laura needed was more confusion, more disappointment. Jade leaned back into the thick embroidered
