Emily flushed. She reached out to touch him, but he pulled away. “Brad, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to think. Everything that happened… when you allowed her to stay… How could I not? I don’t think you know how much I care about you. When she showed up, you turned your back on me, on us. I didn’t know what to think.”
He shook his head and leaned forward, brushed away the tear that traced its way down her cheek. “No, Em, I’m sorry. I let you think the worst of me. I was trying to protect you. I didn’t want to drag you into the mess I created.”
He pressed his back into the loveseat, running his fingers through his hair.
“I screwed up, Em, big time. I should have filed the minute she walked out the door. Instead, that is the one area of my life I allowed to slide. If that were a business,
