something to tell you,” she whispered. “Something I should have said years ago.”
“What is it?”
“I’m sorry.”
I blinked, confused. “Sorry for what?”
“For not acting sooner.” A tear slipped down her cheek. “I watched how they treated you year after year. I kept hoping Richard would change, that Diane would see your value. I made excuses because I didn’t want continue reading …
