REINER
Rebecca didn't speak to me for the next three days outside of what she was obliged to because of the kids: and even in that context, she was lapidary and hasty.
Because of my stupid mouth, our relationship had deteriorated even worse than when we had met in New York: I'd evoked some traumas, offended her, and now she didn't want me around.
Of course, that only made me more determined to help her. I couldn't stand to see her so broken, so in pain - it physically hurt me. I'd been unable to sleep ever since our fight, because I could feel her pain even while she was sleeping.
At one point, I'd even decided to go and talk to Ravi, to try to understand what had happened four years ago, but discarded that idea: he wouldn't tell me anything, out of respect for Becks' privacy. And whil
