“How can you say that you don’t matter?”
“I’m not having an argument from twenty-years ago,” she said, while getting to her feet.
Kurt stood as well. “Go ahead and get. Leaving folks who care about you is what you’re best at anyway.”
“Leaving you?” She gaped. “I went to college and you tumbled into bed with my best friend. To me, it doesn’t seem like you were overly upset.”
“After two months of nothing, Faith. Not a call, not a letter, not even a damned post-card. You might not have actually broken up with me, but I got the point just the same.”
“Me not call you?” She gaped. “You never called me.”
“What do you want me to say? That I screwed up back then?”
“You screwed someone, that’s for sure.” Her blue eyes filled with a cold fury. “And you made a baby.”
Ouch.
“What do you want me to say? I’m sorry. Well, I am sorry for hurting you and that you feel cheated on. I’m not sorry for what happened. Without that one night with Monica, I’d never have Erin.”
Faith’s shoulders slumped forward, it seemed as though all the fight leaked out of her. Far from being satisfied with his victory, a sharp pain of guilt stabbed his chest.
With a shake of her head, Faith walked away.
As she disappeared into the house, Kurt didn’t stop her. She’d wanted to leave since arriving, and this time, he would let her go.