Trying

Amalia felt as if he’d slapped her. “You think I’m not trying?”

“You’re not.” He gave a frustrated grunt and moved himself from his reclined position to sit up against the headboard, reaching to turn the bedside lamp on. “Amalia, I want you to be happy. I am realizing I can’t make you happy. You are still too angry over my past. You hate who I am. I try to show you other sides of me, but you’re re