The color drained from his face with each screenshot he saw.
Each message was like a slap across his face.
He couldn’t speak.
His eyes were red with emotion.
I felt nothing, just held out my hand emotionlessly. “Did you bring the pendant? Linda said you wouldn’t give it to her.”
Then, before he could make excuses, I added, “If not, you can FedEx it to me when you get back to Brookshire.”
“Hannah…”
His voice was hoarse, looking at me almost pleadingly. “Can’t you give me one more chance? Just one.”
“Nathan,”
I blinked. “In relationships, you only get one chance at trust.”
Just one chance for complete trust.
Once that trust breaks, even if you try to piece it back together, all that’s left are doubts and suspicion.
Over time, you only grow to resent each other more.
That kind of life was never an option for me.
