"Hi, Edward." Old memories bombard me at the sound of her voice.
I stagger.
Sit my ass right there on the stairs.
"Hey, yourself." My tone is light, but what I want is to break down and beg. "I'm glad you reached out."
"I'm sorry it's taken so long."
"You don't owe me any apologies." I palm my face. "I'm just glad you've forgiven me for my outburst in your room."
"It was stupid of me to contact Garrett," she says, sounding bitter. "I don't remember our breakup, but it's easy to see I've grown, and he hasn't."
No shit.