QUINN
“I’m so sorry that happened,” I told Michael over the phone. It was really late when I got home, and I could text him about everything. It took him even longer to respond.
“Don’t be. But there is something I think you need to know,” he said.
“No, M, I am really sorry. I didn’t know he would do that. I didn’t want to miss talking to you, and he was at the game for my birthday. I just-” I ranted.
“Quinn, breathe. I don’t for one second want you to misunderstand me. I’m absolutely furious that he took your phone; that was out of line. But I am a little at fault here,” Michael explained.
“No, I am,” I sniffed. I was the one engaging him when I was with Jaxx. I was naive to think it could go on in any capacity, and now he was going to tell me that we couldn’t be us until there was
