ELIJAH'S POV
The words felt like a punch to the stomach. After the dream, after the way she'd said she wanted to come home in the car yesterday, hearing her take it all back was almost unbearable.
"I made breakfast as an apology." She gestured toward the stove where I could see plates of French toast waiting. "I'll be on my way now."
She turned to leave. Something inside me snapped.
I rushed after her and caught her hand. "It wasn't a mistake. You might have been tipsy, but you meant those words. We both know you did."
She tried to pull away. "Because I'm a fool. Your mother despises me. I'd forgotten how bad this house was for me." She looked up at me, and I could see pain flickering behind her eyes. "I should thank her for reminding me."
She tore her hands away from mine and headed for the door again. I couldn't let her go. Not after the dream. Not after remembering what it felt like to have her love me.
