“What’s been bugging you, Remi?” My chest rose and I took a deep breath. “I – I have a theory about London on why you never answered my texts.” His hand stilled. “Oh?” I swallowed, staring down at my hands. At my ring. “It’s – it’s because you did come back with breakfast but you saw me with Hartford when the door was open or you heard him through the door. You left – because you were hurt.” My voice cracked at the end. God, I was taking such a chance here. What if I was wrong?”
