40. Mara
Tyler's fists tightened and for a heartbeat, neither of us moved.
The sounds of the parking lot continued around us; shopping carts rattled, car doors slammed and someone laughed somewhere behind me.
Yet everything between Tyler and me had gone completely silent. His jaw worked as he stared at me.
"You think you've got everything figured out now?"
"I don't."
"You stand there pretending you're happy."
"I am happy. Happier than you've ever made me."
His lips curled and I knew I had pissed him off though he tried to keep his cool.
"You're lying."
I shook my head.
"I'm finally telling the truth."
His breathing became heavier.
"You're making me look pathetic."
"I didn't make you anything."
I kept my voice calm.
"Your choices did that."
His eyes burned with anger.
"I
