A pregnant silence falls.

He doesn't take his eyes off her. She seems small, vulnerable. Her arms still surround her, squeezing tighter under the cover of darkness, and she's a fragile thing, ready to break under the weight of his presence.

I did this.

His chest constricts, the last four months replaying in his head as he steps forward. "I wronged you."

"Wronged?" Eyes clenching shut, she shakes her head and steps back. "You hurt me."

The acknowledgment sticks in his throat before stumbling from his lips. "Yes. I hurt you."

Her hands cover her face.

The image shatters him.