She hadn’t felt like getting dressed into anything she used to like.
Anything retro. She’d been wearing the same pair of jeans for three days
straight and she’d thrown on a tight tank and a loose, cropped, plain black
hoodie overtop. Her hair was probably a mess and she hadn’t even thought
to check what little makeup she’d put on before leaving for the bank. She
hadn’t actually thought about what she looked like at all and now she felt
incredibly foolish and self-conscious.
“I cancelled it because I wanted to talk to you.”
“You could have just called me. Or texted. I actually tried to cash it today
and I looked pretty stupid.”
“I’m sorry for that.” Kiera really was. Her smile faltered. “But I thought
you might not answer if I tried calling or texting. I actually th
ought you
might hate me.
Romi let out an audible gasp. “No,” she protested vehemently. “I could
never hate you.”
“I thought you might.”
“No.”
“I thought you might at least be seriously angry with me.”
“A little,” Romi confessed. “But I was mostly just sad.” She wished she
could stop talking. This wasn’t making anything any better. It was probably
making things worse. “Actually, I’m sorry,” she blurted. “I shouldn’t have
come. Just forget the check. It’s fine. I’m sorry.” She tried to turn and run,
but Kiera stepped out onto the doorstep and took her hand, freezing her
mid-step.
“I wanted to talk to you because I wanted to know if you’ve ever done
anything in your life that was so stupid you’d do anything to take it back?”
“Um…”
“And this thing was so terrible that you know you’ll regret it forever?”
“I—”