"I'm sorry."
Maya had rehearsed the word a hundred times, but standing in front of Jace's locker, it felt small. He looked up from the stack of papers in his hands and blinked at her like he was not sure she was real.
"For what?" he asked.
"For yesterday. In the library." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and the strap of her bag dug into her shoulder. "You showed me something real and I picked it apart. That was not fair."
He studied her for a moment. "You were right, though."
"I know. But I could have said it differently."
He closed his locker and leaned against it. "Why are you apologizing?"
"Because I do not want to be the kind of person who makes people feel small."
He looked at her for a long moment, and she could not read his expression. Then he nodded.
"Ok
