I stared hard at him
“The best you could do? A pool? A swimming pool that I can’t even use? You think that makes up for everything? For all the crap you’ve put me through?”
My hands balled into fists at my sides, the sting of their past treatment of me cutting deep. “You think I’m just going to forget about all of it because you made me a pool?”
Chris’s expression darkened, and he stepped closer, closing the gap between us. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for everything we’ve done. I’m sorry for the way we treated you when you first came here. But you have to understand—we were idiots. We didn’t know what we were doing. And now... now we want to fix it.”
I shook my head, my voice rising in anger.
“You can’t fix the way you’ve treated me for months. You can’t fix how you made me feel like
