“LET GO OF me!” !” I yank my arm free from Jack’s grasp as tries to stop me from leaving. All I want to do right now is run as the adrenaline continues to pump through me. The cool air is welcoming against my heated skin as we stand off against each other in the parking lot.
“What do you want me to say?” he shrugs angrily, “That I’m sorry?”
“You’re not sorry, Jack,” I spit out, appalled that he would even think saying he’s sorry does anything for me. “You’re never sorry.” I throw my hands in the air in frustration. My bracelets fall down my arm, clinking together like a wind chime in the breeze.
“That’s not true. You think I wanted to f**k up my marriage and break up the f*****g band?” I can hear the pain in his voice but I can’t give in to that, not anymore. I’m too tired, too broken,
