097: Complicated

Lara

Dexter asking me for forgiveness is not how I thought this conversation of ours would go.

It deflates me momentarily, and what's worse is how genuine he seems. I stare into his eyes and for a fraction of a second, I don't recognize him. The man from my past—the one who had lived in my memories for all these years—isn't the one I'm staring at now. And with this bit of sympathy comes a wave of emotions, hatred and self-deprecation among them.

What's wrong with me? How can I feel sorry for him? How can I even entertain the thought of accepting his apology, forgiving him, and moving on with my life?

After everything he did?

As if sensing my hesitation, Dexter lifts his hand and touches my cheek. I don't inch away from his touch. He says, "I see it in your eyes that you want to, Lara. I know you do."

I shake my head. "Just the other night you were enraged that I was Lara, and now, you're asking for my forgiveness and wanting to wait for me. I don't know what it is you're waiting for