Ingrid didn't know what else she could say. The truth wasn't going to help him. It wasn't going to help either of them. She knew how badly she'd screwed up, both after the accident and again with the text she'd sent. That was really stupid and she really wished she could take it back.
"I fucked it all up, Charles. I know that. I-if I could take it back or fix it or anything I would, but I can't."