Overgrown grass tangled brown and yellow along the roadside, where snow and ice occasionally gave way to muck. Trees lined the ditches on both sides, leaving her with an overwhelmingly gray view of the world around her. "I shouldn't have said that," Nick said after a long silence. She started to tell him it was okay but bit her tongue. She never expected Nick to say those words in any capacity. He wasn't made of deep confessions — nor would he make one lightly — which left her wondering how to take his words. After all, changing someone wasn't an extraordinary thing. In the great jostle of life people tended to change one another on a regular basis. But some changes, of course, were more distinguishable than others. Like Corey. He'd forever changed her life. He'd given her Nick. "Rhys?" "I get it. The shooting." "No, that's not it. Not exactly. I just saw things differently after that. I doubted myself." "You decided you loved me, starting doubting yourself, and left?" She fought for control of her frustration.
