(LOCKE)
This woman is not my Corrine. My Corrine was soft and shy. She had a sharp tongue that made unexpected appearances.
But I like this Corrine, too. I like how she stands up for herself. She has changed, but then, so have I.
I've tried everything: talking to her, trying to protect her, telling her the truth about why our son needs me around him. But she doesn't seem to care about any of it.
An apology?
I stare blindly into the dark house. Apologize? Me?
I think I've expressed regret for the way I treated her. Isn't that an apology?
I hear rustling and then catch a familiar scent as Sigrid's weight settles down next to me on the bench.
She sighs. "I take it didn't go well?"
"She despises me, Sigrid." It's a strange feeling, an odd ache in my chest, to be hated by Corrine.
"No, she doesn't. But she is afraid to trust you. The kind of betrayal she experienced has made her wary. Can you blame her?"
"But I never betrayed her!" I protest angrily.
"I've told her so."
