"I..."

"Then you waltz in there and cause a scene all on your own. I thought only of you, but did you once think of me?"

"Of..."

I cut across him.

"Did you think how embarrassed I'd be if everything became public?"

His eyes are haunted as if he's only now realising the consequences of his actions.

"Did you think about Jack? Or yourself? All your hard work preparing for tonight?" My voice rises, and hitches in my throat. "Did you think about anything ...