Mark’s Voice Trembled With Regret
Mark’s voice filled the room, but it lacked his usual arrogant confidence. He sounded breathless, as if he had been running or pacing frantically while speaking.
He stammered through an apology, claiming he hadn’t meant what he said about my living situation. He kept mentioning misunderstandings and stress as excuses for his cruelty.
It was pathetic to hear him backpedal so quickly after seeing what was inside that envelope.