When Cole arrived in front of the house—where Laura was also staying—he stood there for a few seconds, unsure of how to begin. In his mind, he was ready to swallow his pride. But was he really?

It was still early, yet it felt like he was walking down a dark and endless path. Every step seemed heavier than the last. He couldn’t let anger cloud his judgment any longer. He had to admit it—Laura was right.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door. “God, I hate this,” he muttered under his breath. He had no other choice but to face everything now. He had to apologize—for the...