Ryan didn't start the car right away. Instead, he let the silence stretch, his gaze locked on Maureen. He was waiting—for a reaction, for a word, for something that told him he hadn't just exposed his feelings for nothing.
Maureen glanced back at him, guilt flickering in her eyes. It hit her like a wave—how badly she'd messed up. She'd replayed her choices over and over, regretting every one of them. She'd wanted to fix things, but Ryan had shut her out. And now? Now he was opening a door she hadn't dared to knock on in months.
"I'm sorry," she said, her voice soft but steady. Tears pooled in her eyes as she added, "For everything. I know it's my fault."
Ryan sighed, shaking his head.