"Yes and no. No, it's not because of you. Yes because she should've told me. If she loved me like she said she did, she couldn't keep something like that from me. And I'm pretty sure she'd have taken it to her grave."
"It's not her fault," Kristin protested.
"Yes it is. She made her bed."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Can we ever be friends again, Tyler?"
I thought that over. "I don't know."
"Can you ever forgive me?"
I paused, confused at the signals coming out.
"What are you looking for here, Kristin?"
She looked me in the eyes, trying to smile and failing miserably.
"You thinking about getting back together?"
Her nod was so slight I almost missed it.
My eyes went wide, and I felt my jaw go slack with what she was proposing.
"We're back here," she said. "Back home. And now we've go
