Page 293 of Bitter’s Sweet

Not what he said.

What he didn't.

He still has not told me he loves me.

I know now.

Or I think I know.

But he is not putting it on me while I am still deciding what to do with everything else.

“He's really gone?”

“Yeah.”

“Forever?”

“Yeah.”

My eyes burn.

I hate that.

Bitter notices.

Does nothing.

Good.

I stare at the dirt near his boots.

“I slept last night.”

His face changes. “Good.”

“All night.”

He nods once.

I take a breath. “I don't know what that says about me.”

“It says you were tired.”

“That's convenient.”

“Sweet.”

I look up.

“You don't owe anybody grief for Razor.”

My throat tightens.

“You don't owe me approval either.”

Room.

He keeps giving me room.