Silently Mycole moves from the door over to the stool beside my bed where Josh was sitting earlier. He bites hard on his lips and plays with his finger, a reaction I've known only happens when he is nervous.
"Before you say anything, I just want to say I'm sorry for everything and I just hope you can forgive me and not be mad at me anymore."
"I was never mad, just angry," I confess, leaning in to rest my chin on the pillow trapped between my knees.
"I don't know what to say, Taylor, I'm sorry."
"I'm not mad at you, just tired."
"Really?" His eyes light up and he breathes down in relief.
"I can't be mad at you."
"Are you lying?"
Yes
"No, I'm not," I reply instead.
Our conversation goes well for the next half hour and Mycole told me how his day went, he also told me one of the busi
