“I am truly sorry about what happened to your wrist the other morning.”

I met his gaze steadily.

A year ago, those words might have been enough to break my resolve and make me soften toward him.

Now, they simply sounded hollow and incomplete.

“I believe that you are genuinely sorry that specific morning happened,” I replied calmly.

His face tightened slightly at my words.

“Claire—”

“But I do not think that single morning is the real problem between us,” I interrupted smoothly.