Alex Snaps At Zane

Alex's POV:

"Alex, I am so sorry. There is no excuse." Zane says, filling in the silence. The sincerity shines bright in his deep voice. I can't look him in the eyes because I am scared of feeling weak by the genuine intensity I will find there. I keep my head straight, like the squealing children have suddenly become interesting to me.

"Right." I say, my voice is low, and I hate the vulnerability I hear in it. Fuck. He can't know how weak I feel on the inside. How easily he gets to me. I pick up the golden leaves on the floor around the mat, and I pick at it mindlessly, still maintaining the absence of eye contact.

"Alex." Zane says when I don't say anything more. He doesn't know that there is a lump lodged in my throat and that if I speak, I risk sobbing.

"Alex, look at me..." He says quietly, and he moves an inch closer to me. We are sitting close but not suspiciously to anyone who might be watching. His crazy ex-wife, for example. I dread coming across Daisy ever again. Mostly bec