DYER

The room remains quiet and the look of shock is still plastered across Grant’s face.

“I know I shouldn’t have been in a rush but I wasn’t thinking clearly then,” I tell him, trying to break the silence before it gets too choking.

Even if I had a chance to go back and change things, I wouldn’t have done it any other way. What I and Aislyn had that night was magical.

“You don’t seem to look remorseful,” Grant speaks up.

I look at him, not denying the allegation. ...