I somehow really doubt that bringing food will make everyone hate me a little less. Cain kept saying it was a start, but... I fu.cking left my mate to suffer all alone, and only added to her pain every single day that I stayed away.
But yeah, food will totally get her to stop crying and talk to me.
"You seem nervous," Ricky muttered to me as we followed Cain down the street.
"She hates me," I replied. "What do I even say to her now?"
"I don't know," Ricky said with a shrug. "Start with the truth. Why you left her in the first place... How hard it was on you to stay away from her... Apologize for sleeping with other women."
"What if she doesn't want to hear all of that?" I asked.
"Keep trying," Ricky said. "Prove to her that you want to fix things."
I blew out a breath.
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