"…and act like everything was fine."
His jaw clenches so hard I'm wondering how he hasn't broken a tooth yet.
"Instead of doing what I actually wanted to do."
There's a pause.
"Which is Punch the shit out of you."
The room feels colder as he takes a step closer.
"And I hated you," he says.
"I fucking hated you."
My chest tightens painfully, because I never saw it not even once.
"You should have died that day you knw," he continues.
His voice quieter now and almost thoughtful.
"In that car."
My stomach drops.
"What…?"
"The accident," he says, watching my reaction closely.
"By the bridge."
Everything in me goes still.
"You remember it, don't you? I mean how can you forget you had tremors passing that bridge again"
My throat goes dry.
"That wasn't…,"
"Oh, don't look so surprised," he cuts in, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Yes. I orchestrated that."
The words hit like me like a slap.
My breath catches.
"You… what?"
