Verity's POV

Days blurred into one another after Felicity's apology.

I tried to ignore it—tried to shove her words into the dark corners of my mind where all the pain lived. But they wouldn't stay buried. They kept surfacing, over and over, like bodies in a river refusing to sink.

"I'm sorry."

Two simple words. Hollow, maybe, to anyone else. But from Felicity's lips? They felt like the world tilting on its axis.

I told myself I didn't care. That forgiveness wasn't something she deserved, ...