I could see the storm in his eyes, a mix of emotions that he couldn’t quite articulate. “You wouldn’t understand,” he finally muttered, a statement that hung in the air like a challenge.
“But I want to,” I insisted, seating myself across from him, hoping that proximity might somehow bridge the chasm between us.
He rubbed his temple, a weary gesture I’d seen a million times. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you, Sophie. It’s just…” He trailed off, searching for words that seemed to elude him.
