She nodded, stomach feeling hollow as the events from the night poured back into her mind. She'd cried herself to sleep alone in Tristan's big bed, knowing her life was fucked up. Knowing he was likely going to hate her once she told him the whole long story, if only for keeping it from him this long. He'd already had a rough night. What should she do?
"I'm sorry," she said softly, and didn't know which of the many things she had to apologize for she meant that time.