“Yes.” Her voice cracked. “I was scared of him, Wendy. I know that’s not an excuse.”
“It’s not.”
“I’m not asking you to forgive me. I know I don’t deserve it.”
“You’re right. You don’t. Not right now. But I’m not going to pretend you don’t exist, Meredith. If you want to rebuild something with me, you know where to find me.”
