Too Late for Sorry — Episode 6

out. Come on, put something in your stomach before you keep raging. Your stomach's bad enough as it is. I didn't move, didn't take it. He held it out forever, then finally lost patience. What is your problem? Mia, you gotta have a reason and a limit. I said, flat and cold. I'm not good enough. Shane snapped and slammed the smoothie down on the coffee table. Too hard. The plastic cup

Smoothie spilled all over the rug. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Who do you think you are, Mia? We slept together one time.

Both of us wanted it. Now you think you own me? You know how suffocating that is? His voice was uglier than I'd ever heard.

The tears came instantly. No warm-up. Shane wasn't expecting me to break down like that. He froze.

He backed off. Guilty. Sorry. I was drunk last night.

Didn't mean to snap. He crouched next to me, reached to wipe my tears. I flinched away again. again. His phone buzzed. One look and his face changed.

Something came up. Cool off, okay? You're going to college. Can't keep pulling this little kid stuff. Nobody's gonna put up with it. Not even half an hour after he left, Maddy sent me a screenshot. Chloe's story. The bagels in the photo were the exact same brand as the ones on my kitchen counter. I

didn't reply. I just wiped my face and knelt down to clean up the smoothie Shane had filled. I scrubbed forever, but the stain had soaked deep into the rug. Wouldn't come out, so I threw the whole rug out. Shane and his parents had picked it up on a trip Morocco. Spent an entire afternoon hauling it back for me.