An eyebrow arches with intrigue. “Okay. Clear away.”
My heartbeat thunders relentlessly against my chest. Now, I’m regretting my decision to walk in here unprepared. Maybe having a rough idea of what I wanted to say would’ve been the smarter move. Notecards. A few bullet points in Sharpie on the palm of my hand, maybe.
“You told me that I could trust you, and you let me down.”
I walk over to the window and take a seat on one of the two armchairs. Andrey—still shirtless—sinks into the remaining armchair opposite me.
“The thing is, I asked for help. I told you what I needed and you didn’t hear me. Or maybe you didn’t want to. Either way, it felt like… like I was being abandoned.”
I curse the tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. I so wanted to do this without crying. But I’d undere
