Her eyes met his with a mixture of frustration and something else—perhaps a glimmer of the hope she once held for them. “Sorry doesn’t change what happened, Miles,” she replied, her voice steady but edged with the hurt of years past. “And it certainly doesn’t change where we are now.”
Miles ran a hand through his hair, the weariness of regret etched into his face. “I was a coward,” he admitted. “I was terrified of everything—the future, the responsibility. I thought leaving was the right choice, but I know now how wrong I was.”
