It would've been easier if Lucas had just gotten angry at her words. If he'd just yelled at her and insisted she was being ridiculous. If he'd tried to defend himself. She could've handled all that.
But standing in front of her, he didn't look angry so much as just…wounded.
And it made Celia feel like an utter slug.
"What did I do to make you lose trust in me?" he asked, his voice cracking with disappointment. Hearing it was like a spear to the heart.
"Nothing! You haven't done anything wrong." she yelped. "It's me, alright? I'm the one causing problems. I'm the one whose thoughts are a mess right now."
"Do you want to tell me why?"
"No, not really. I think I've embarrassed myself enough for today." Celia mumbled. She knew she'd never get through that explanation without crying and making things even worse.