““Look, I messed up really bad,” she said. “If it’s any consolation, there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t wish it could have been avoided. But you have to understand, I thought… I thought he was the one. I wouldn’t have wrecked your marriage if it was just a fling, Cinnamon.” “Is that supposed to make me feel better? Because it really—” “I am so sorry, Cinnamon,” she said, suddenly gripping my arm with her cheap plastic nails. “If I could go back and make different decisions, I would. In a heartbeat. I really never wanted to hurt you. It was a horrible thing that I did.””
