Chapter 105

“Sloane, I’m sorry.”

Sorry.

The word slides between my ribs and stops there.

Sorry for what, Vance?

Does he know?

My heart stutters and even if I don’t want to remember what happened, I don’t think I can really forget about it.

“I should’ve handled things better,” he continues.

“I shouldn’t have—”

He stops, scrubs a hand down his face.

“You didn’t deserve that.”

So, he has no idea?

I don’t know if