“It hurt you.” His eyes come to rest on me, his face now endearing and open, all anger gone. But it only makes me want to cry, so I look away, crossing my arms around my body protectively. His expression claws at my heart.

“It’s the past, and it should stay there.” There’s a strong sting in my eyes, but he won’t make me cry again. My heart aches with everything he is trying to pull out of me.

What’s wrong with him? Is this what he’s after? Tears, confessions?

I move away and turn my back on him; it’s better when I can’t see him, can’t see that look...