Kermit's POV
For months, I had been living in denial about what was right in front of me.
Even now, with the truth laid bare between us, I clung to hope like a drowning man.
Why was her voice breaking like that? Why were the tears streaming down her face as she spoke about not existing?
Only the guilty behaved this way. And I would be destroyed if Tonia was truly guilty, even though I had dragged her here because I suspected exactly that.
Time crawled by as we stared at each other. She probably thought I was being heartless, unaffected by her breakdown. She had no clue about the war raging inside me, how desperately I was fighting to keep myself together because I refused to accept her guilt.
"What exactly are you apologizing for?" I pressed.
Her sobs grew more violent.
