I wasn’t surprised the next morning when Andrew came up and wrapped his arms around me in a firm hug.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered too low for Lila to hear.
It wasn’t an, “I’m sorry I was such a douche,” but an, “I’m sorry for what you went through.”
We pulled back, and I stared him in the eye and nodded. Andrew gave me a sad smile, then glanced to Lila.
“I won’t say anything.”
Lila didn’t understand, and her curiosity was getting the better of her. She knew more truth about what happened to me physically, but unlike Caroline and Drew, she didn’t know what I’d lost.
There was no longer animosity between us, which confused Lila to no end. The fire had died, and he accepted that Lila was mine. A friendship formed, and it was the first one I’d had in years. I’d forgotten what it was like t
