Edmund's POV
"I'm sorry," I said. I scooted closer to her but not too close, torn between wanting to console her and wanting to keep my distance in case she disliked my presence. She, too, remained still and did not flinch at my small movement. I took it as a good sign but did not wish to push her boundary. All I could offer was my company like I did the night she cried her heart out in the car. The night when she met her mother.
Silently we both sat. She, in her post-crying state, probably thinking how messy her life had become while I? I sat in reflection, thinking of all the 'where's' that I had done wrong and how to proceed with the mess I had created.
It was hard to admit but I did not even realise I made the same mistake repeatedly. All this time I thought keeping her in the dark would protect her and while I know first hand it was a huge lesson I had to pay, I made the same mistake again. What a moron I am!
