I saw him flinch from the emotionlessness in my voice, “I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to. I swear. I love you.” He sounded broken.

I looked up and saw tears running down his face, “Sorry doesn’t cut it, Monroe.”

He nodded, “I-I know. But…tell me a way I can fix this. Please.”

I shook my head, “I’m not going to help you fix your mistake. You made it, you fix it.”

A sob escaped his lips, “I’m so sorry.”

I shrugged, “It is what it is. I’m over it.”

His eyes widened and his bottom lip quivered, “Over it? Over what? Us?”

Again, I shrugged. “I don’t know, Monroe.”...