She should have expected that reaction. Who wouldn’t feel wounded at a confession like hers? It was just every word that came out of his mouth after that felt like he was taking a stab at her emotionally. Sure deep down she wanted him to feel something of the hellish insanity she’d felt, but to assume all he was worth to her was an answer was ludicrous not that she was giving him much reason to believe otherwise. Why should she, he’d hurt her.
Despite her instincts telling her to stand up she stayed seated. It was hard and her hands shook as she attempted to keep calm. She clenched them around handfuls of sand hoping to make it less obvious. “I want you to tell me the truth. You don’t know what it’s like to have to sit here thinking that somewhere out there you-” She cut herself off. He didn’t need to know that she’d spent a year thinking he’d died. Didn’t need to know that she’d grieved and spent the weeks before that a nervous wreck hoping that he’d send her a text saying he was fine.