"I'm so, so sorry," I stuttered, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. "I thought you were... Carlton. I know that sounds stupid, but I was hoping—"
Mr. Larsen's expression softened, and he placed a gentle hand on my arm. "It's okay. I get it."
"I'm really sorry." I repeated.
Mr. Larsen smiled kindly. "No need to apologize. Are you ready to leave?"
I glanced back at Carlton's headstone, my eyes welling up again. I had said my goodbyes, and it was time to move on.
"Yeah, I've said my goodbyes. I'm ready to leave, but thanks for offering - my driver's waiting." I forced a smile.
"You must be here for something else, right?" I added.
"Actually, I'm done here too. Let me drive you home instead. Please, don't say no."
What a nice guy. I'd just kissed him and apologized - he hadn't p
