Even though I knew I was in the wrong, why did I still feel like I was the one who had been wronged?

Why was I the one crying?

Ashton turned back and, seeing me in tears, immediately reached out to pull me into his arms.

"It's my fault," he murmured, his voice gentle. "I was too harsh. I won't say things like that again."

The more he blamed himself, the more upset I felt.

I raised my hand and hit him lightly. ...