The words hit me like a ton of bricks. I could feel the tears building up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn't collapse in front of him, not after finally gathering the courage to confront him about our past.
"You could have just told me," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I deserved the truth."
"I know," he said, reaching out to touch my arm. "And I'm sorry. I didn't mean...