"We have all this history between us," I tell him. "We can't just erase it and pretend it doesn't exist. It's always going to be there; it's always going to be between us."

"Clara, it just means we have a story."

"A story to tell the grandkids?" I ask sarcastically.

"Maybe."

I shake my head. "It's not just a story though. It's painful and..."

"What I did was wrong." He's stood in front of me now and he's taken both my hands in his. "I was a b*stard to you ...