“So…”
She gave me a timid smile. There was a twinge of hope in there, but I didn’t know what to do about it. I wasn’t mad anymore, but I didn’t trust her either. I gave her a small grin back and said the same, “So…”
Her smile fell flat. “Oh.”
I sighed. “What do you want, Becky? Thank you for being honest and thank you for apologizing, but we can’t bounce back to what we were before. I don’t trust you anymore.”
“You don’t?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“Oh.” Her shoulders lifted up in a small shrug. “Well, I guess I understand. I wouldn’t either, if I was in your place. I mean, well, I might’ve. I don’t know. I’ve never had anyone be jealous of me before. I don’t know what I would do.”
“It’s not about you being jealous. You believed a lie about me, even though you knew it wasn’t true, to
