He can’t help but let a timid little smile reappear on his face when he started to hear her calm down and speak more coherently. This was a pace that he was used to, and one that he understood. “There was little leeway for that. I know it sounds pathetic now, but we didn’t know ‘till late too. And I have no reason not to write letters. Just scared that Reid would find out. I’m sorry.”
“There wasn’t a single reason to write? Did you lose my telephone number?” She paused, jaw all but dropping. Kathryn couldn’t believe the words coming from his mouth. “It’s good to know I mattered.” I’m sorry. His voice rang in her ears, as she grew more annoyed with the situation. It took everything in her power to keep from slapping the boy, opting to instead fold her arms. “You’re sorry? Sorry doesn’t mean a fucking thing, Sam. Not if you didn’t try.”












