Crap, I can’t sleep. Might as well get out of bed. I’d tossed and turned half the night, feeling horrible and wondering if I should apologize to him, but I spent so much time thinking of the right words to say that I fell into a fitful slumber and missed the chance. Now he probably thinks that I’m ungrateful after all he’s done.

I can still see his cold expression and remember well the way he’d turned and walked away as if he didn’t care. When I think of the things I’d ...