I nursed my mug of coffee within my hands, takig in my father’s words. Again, it wasn’t news to me, the things I was being told were already things I knew, but hearing my own Dad say them seemed to make them all the more real.
“I messed up, didn’t I?” I whispered.
There was a low chuckle from the man by my side. “Do you really need me to confirm that for you?” He asked.
I shook my head, dropping it as I did so. I was still none the wiser how to fix the mess I had created. For all I knew, Presley was out there speaking to her family, explaining the way that I had betrayed her and demanding they come to take her home. The sad thing was, I don't think I could blame her. I would deserve it, as much as I did not want it. But, the very idea tore me apart inside. Not only would I lose the s
