He could feel her body stiffen.

“What?” she said.

He repeated himself. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For what I did to you. I get it now. And I’m sorry.”

He let her step away slowly. She sniffled, embarrassed. “Okay. Wasn’t really expecting that.”

He felt a tear trickle down his cheek and dangle off his chin. He wiped it away and shrugged. “I’m not sorry I did it. But I am sorry that I hurt you. I didn’t know that…” He sighed, shrugged again. “I just didn’t know.”

She nodded and handed him a note. “Last one,” she murmured. “Promise.”