They Called Me a Saint—Then Her Phone Exposed Who I Really Was

I just… I thought this might be better in person.”

He held out the box.

I didn’t take it.

“What do you want?” I asked.

His jaw tightened. “I don’t want anything.”

I let a silence stretch long enough to make him uncomfortable.

He cleared his throat. “I didn’t come here to fight.”

“I didn’t invite you here to heal,” I said.

His cheeks flushed. “Look, I know continue reading …