Damian's POV
Lena put the phone on speaker.
A pause — the specific quality of someone who had dialled and was now deciding how to begin. Then a voice. Male, measured, with a particular quality I wasn't prepared for.
Not threatening. Not calculating.
Tired.
"Lena," he said. Just her name. The way you say someone's name when you're not sure of your welcome but have decided to try anyway.
She held my gaze. "Yes," she said.
Another pause. "I know where you are," he said. "I know he's there. I'm not — I'm not calling to cause more trouble." A pause. "I wanted to say something. Before the lawyers make everything impossible to say."
"Say it," Lena said.
A long pause.
"I'm sorry," he said. "For tonight. For the past months. For—" he stopped. Restarted. "For the way I did this. All of it.
