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She hadn’t felt like getting dressed into anything she used to like.

Anything retro. She’d been wearing the same pair of jeans for three days

straight and she’d thrown on a tight tank and a loose, cropped, plain black

hoodie overtop. Her hair was probably a mess and she hadn’t even thought

to check what little makeup she’d put on before leaving for the bank. She

hadn’t actually thought about what she looked like at all and now she felt

incredibly foolish and self-conscious.

“I cancelled it because I wanted to talk to you.”

“You could have just called me. Or texted. I actually tried to cash it today

and I looked pretty stupid.”

“I’m sorry for that.” Kiera really was. Her smile faltered. “But I thought

you might not answer if I tried calling or texting. I actually th

ought you

might hate me.

Romi let out an audible gasp. “No,” she protested vehemently. “I could

never hate you.”

“I thought you might.”

“No.”

“I thought you might at least be seriously angry with me.”

“A little,” Romi confessed. “But I was mostly just sad.” She wished she

could stop talking. This wasn’t making anything any better. It was probably

making things worse. “Actually, I’m sorry,” she blurted. “I shouldn’t have

come. Just forget the check. It’s fine. I’m sorry.” She tried to turn and run,

but Kiera stepped out onto the doorstep and took her hand, freezing her

mid-step.

“I wanted to talk to you because I wanted to know if you’ve ever done

anything in your life that was so stupid you’d do anything to take it back?”

“Um…”

“And this thing was so terrible that you know you’ll regret it forever?”

“I—”