(Scarlett's POV)
"Scarlett?"
I turn around, and there's Jasper, bags of bread weighing down both his arms. His car is parked in the loading zone, hazard lights blinking.
"I..." My voice catches. "I wanted to apologize. For assuming the worst."
"You don't need to apologize."
"Yes, I do." I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly cold despite the afternoon sun. "I keep expecting you to have ulterior motives. Keep waiting for the catch."
He shifts the bags, wincing slightly at their weight. "I deserve that."
We stand there in awkward silence, the space between us filled with four years of hurt and misunderstanding. Finally, I take a deep breath.
"Can I come with you?"
He blinks. "What?"
"To the orphanage. Can I come with you to deliver the bread?" The words tumble out before I can stop
