I realize that my chest is heaving now, completely pent up with a plethora of emotions. "And you have to stop looking at me like that." I mumble. "Like what?" "Like...I don't know! Like..." "Like I still love you?" He steps forward. "We're not going there." "Just talk to me, Auds. Is that what's bothering you? That I might still...care for you?" "Of course it bothers me," I frown. "It'll create a big mess." "Because you don't feel the same?" He cocks his head to the side, looking at me with genuine curiosity. "Or because you do?" *** It's all a big whirlwind of childhood bestfriends to highschool sweethearts to married lovers to divorcée's. And Audrey struggles to fathom why her and Harry just can't seem to get it right.