The Scent of Regret

Sienna’s words had sliced deeper than I’d expected, deeper than I’d admit to anyone. I’d thought I was past being wounded by her, but her anger lingered in me like a burn that refused to heal. It unsettled me that she still saw me as the man ai had been that day in my office.

When I’d offered the allowance, I had honestly thought she would appreciate it. It was practical, responsible, even thought