Page 45 of Mercy (The Sins Trilogy 3)
He responds coolly in the same language, not even an eyelash flickering.
Ire flashes in her dark eyes. She gestures in my direction, still speaking.
There’s a split-second narrow-eyed glance at me before he smooths his expression to that of utmost respect and says a few words to her.
I don’t have time for this. I’m going to say what I’m here to say. Whether Yuna accepts my apology or not is up to her.
I inhale and exhale long and hard. “Look, it’s not important that you didn’t respond.”
“Yes, it is. I would’ve replied if I’d known.” She shoots an absolutely murderous look at Mr. Kim. “He deleted all your texts and messages.”
What the hell?“Why?”
“Apparently, he didn’t approve of you contacting me after what happened. He was out of line. I’m sorry.”
“No, no. Don’t say that.” Her apology is making me feel lower than the worms squirming in dirt. “Look, don’t go, okay? Just don’t go.”
Her gaze drops. “It’s better that I do. Every time you see me, you’re going to think about the lies I told you. And it’s going to bother you.”
“That’s not true!”
She tilts her chin, her eyes suddenly hard. “Really? You don’t even remember me. You have nothing good between us to smooth over the bad.”
The raw pain in her eyes shames me. I’ve been selfish. I’ve been so wrapped up in my own amnesia—and how it left me broken—that I didn’t think how it might affect my friend.
“Of course I do. I recall the girl I practiced with. Watched embarrassingly bad X-rated movies together. Laughed with. And then when I was hurting and needed someone to talk to, you were here for me. Force-fed me breakfast.”
Yuna bites her lip.
“Just because I don’t remember everything doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. Those memories are somewhere in my mind. You said you’re my soul sister. What kind of woman abandons her sister because she called you a bitch? I’m sorry I said that. I was just so upset that I never took a moment to consider what made you do it. I assigned the worst motive possible because that’s all I’ve experienced since I woke up from the coma. But I’m going to do better. And I also want you to trust me enough not to lie to me, because I really like being alive and with people who care about me.” My voice starts to crack at the last part.
She bursts into tears, her shoulders sagging. “I thought you hated me.”
I hug her. I never realized my anger could upset her so much. She always seems so lighthearted and sure of herself.
“I’m sorry. I could never hate you, Yuna, even if I get angry or bitchy. I promise. Don’t leave like this.”
“But what am I going to tell Mom? I told her I was coming today.” She sniffles.
I smile. She and I are the same age, but sometimes she is so much more innocent and sweeter, untouched by all the ugly darkness in the world. Her parents undoubtedly dote on her.
“Tell her your plans changed.”
“I checked out of the hotel. I liked that suite, but I think they gave it to somebody else.”
Over her shoulder, Mr. Kim is wearing an aggrieved expression. He says something in Korean, but Yuna ignores him.
“If you want, you can stay with me and Tony until you find another suite to your liking…?” I look at Tony, who’s standing next to Bobbi behind Yuna. “What do you think?”
“Of course. She’s welcome in our home.”
Yuna looks over her shoulder. “You! What are you doing here? Did you make up?”
Tony and I nod at the same time.
She grins, her eyes still teary. “Oh, good! I’m so happy for you two!”
“And is there also a room for me?” Mr. Kim says, looking at Tony.
