KELLAN'S POV
So," I said, with no attempt to mask the edge in my voice, "What do you want to talk about?"
"Kellan." She said finally, the word soft and uncertain.
It was a quality of tone I hadn't heard from her in an awfully long time.
I looked at her, waiting for her to go on. The silence hanging between us was thick, wholly too reminiscent of times past-of the time when she had been the centre of my world.
"I'm sorry," Sharon said again, her voice closer yet. "For everything. The way things ended. The hospital. I never meant to hurt you."
I straightened. Her words were hollow; an apology rehearsed before a mirror. She should know better than to act in front of me. I knew her like the back of her hand. Whether she pulled up all this act or not, I'd already left everything behind m
