Chapter 42 Kat
- It's only been two days, and Pierro is wearing another black polo with dark green sweatpants, but he looks different somehow. More tired, maybe, or just harsher. His eyes are tight and his jaw is clenched.
- I swallow uncomfortably.
- "I want to apologize." My words are so quiet, swallowed up by the cool air. I clear my throat, and force myself to speak louder. He deserves to hear this. "I'm sorry."