“We were friends long before we were friends with benefits, Remy. So, no, I don’t hate you.”
“I’d hate me. I was so wrapped up in jealousy and resentment. God, I even lied about when it happened.” She cringes. “I’m sorry. Really. I wish I could take it back.”
I replay her words in my head. She says she wishes she could make things right. What if… she can?
“Do you still have that video?”
She arches an eyebrow. “Yeah, why?”
It feels like I can hope again.
“Because you’re going to help me get her back.”