FAYE
We’d been sitting for a while...long enough for my thoughts to drift from one place to another...when Sage finally spoke.
“Faye.”
Her voice was soft, uncertain. I turned my head to look at her. The moonlight caught the side of her face, highlighting the traces of tears she’d tried to wipe away earlier. She was staring at her hands, fingers twisted together like she was afraid they’d give away how nervous she was.
“I need to say this,” she began, and my chest tightened, instinctively preparing for words I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear.
“I’m sorry.”
Just two words, but they seemed to carry the weight of everything that had stood between us.
“I was foolish,” she continued, her voice trembling slightly. “And selfish. There hasn’t been a day since you left that I haven’t thought a
