“I’m sorry.”
I nodded once.
Not accepting.
Not rejecting.
Just acknowledging.
Then I looked back at Nathan.
“Interesting,” I said quietly.
His brow furrowed. “What is?”
“The way things work here,” I replied.
He didn’t answer immediately.
Because he knew.
He knew exactly what I meant.
The distance.
The silence.
The way he had allowed his life to separate into two versions—one public, one private—and how I had been left somewhere in between.
“I didn’t know,” he said finally.
I held his gaze.
“That’s the problem.”
