breath.
“I’m sorry,” Daniel said to the room. His voice didn’t waver. “I’m so sorry to everyone who came here today. This isn’t what I wanted.” He looked at Olivia for a long moment — not with anger, but with something sadder than anger. “I can’t do this.”
He walked back to me.
He took my hand — both of my hands, in both of his — and he looked at me, continue reading …
