And somehow that made it worse.
“Can I come in?”
“No.”
She swallowed.
“Bryony.”
“You can stand there.”
She looked down.
“I want to explain.”
“You’ve had nine years.”
“I know.”
“That’s plenty of time.”
She closed her eyes.
“I loved him.”
“I know.”
“I didn’t plan for it to happen.”
“When did it happen?”
She didn’t answer.
“When?”
“2016.”
“I know.”
Her eyes lifted.
“You read the messages.”
“Yes.”
She looked ashamed.
“I’m sorry.”
“No.”
She frowned.
“No?”
“Don’t make this smaller than it is.”
“I am sorry.”
“You’re sorry you got caught.”
“That isn’t true.”
“Then tell me what is true.”
She started crying.
I waited.
“I loved him before I knew what I was doing.”
“You kissed him.”
“Yes.”
“You slept with him.”
She nodded.
“You lied to me.”
“Yes.”
“You married Bram.”
“Yes.”
“You came into my house.”
“Yes.”
