C99 Ninety-nine

Once the door of my room is locked, the first statement Brandon utters is, “I am sorry.” Everything slows. My foot pushing forward hangs in the air momentarily and drops with a thud. I gasp, it is barely audible but the silence lends the sound volume.

He is sorry.

Tears pool in my eyes, my hand goes over my mouth. “You have never apologised.”

My eyes round to saucers, I stare at his rigid back