Catherine's POV
The weight of those three words I never expected to hear from him… hung in the air in a thick and undeniable way. He looked diminished somehow, his shoulders hunched as he stared at his hands. His hands were trembling slightly in his lap.
I wanted to reply but I couldn't even form the words, so Julian beat me to it. He cleared his throat, it was rough and strained, then he moved his eyes everywhere else but me, he was trying to avoid looking at my face. "I'm sorry."
I sat up, the silk sheets rustling against my skin. "Sorry for what?"
