“About the accident?”

“Yes,” I admitted, which was at least partly true.

He reached out and gently took my hand, but I couldn’t stop my fingers from tensing under his touch.

“You really should have called me, Hannah,” he said softly.

“You know I’d have come over in a heartbeat to comfort you.”

“I know you would have,” I said.

“I mean it,” he said.

“No matter what’s weighing on your mind, you never have to carry it all by yourself.”