Oh, Aitch. I’m so sorry. To think that I betrayed you for… this.
Oh, Aitch. I’m so sorry. To think that I betrayed you for… thisHe leaned against the back of the bench as Victoria closed the distance between them and came to a breathless halt. She didn’t just look exhausted; she looked fatigued, as if the events of the night hadn’t just tired her but also placed some deeper, hidden strain on her body and soul.
“Why?” he asked pointedly.
She extended a hand, palm-first towards him. “Sit down,” she said, calmly, pointing to the bench. “We can talk.”
“Why?” he asked again. “What’s the point? When all this time, for all these months, you’ve been playing me.”
Whatever she’d been expecting him to say, it clearly hadn’t been that. “Wh – what?” she answered, still trying to catch her breath.
