“You’re quiet tonight.” He mused from across the table.

“There’s not much to say.” She responded as she twirled her fork.

“You could start with ‘I’m sorry’”

“I’m sorry?” She scoffed.

“You completely blew this out of proportion. This was supposed to be a lover’s retreat.”

“You know what? You’re right, I am sorry.” She said.

“See? Now we can-“

“Sorry for planning this getaway,” She began,

“Sorry for wasting three years of my life with a cheating asshole-”

“Excuse me?” His tone cut through her speech like a knife.

“I saw you leaving the pool deck with that server, what was she? Eighteen?”

“I don't know what you’re talking about.” He spoke slowly.”

“Don’t try to gaslight me, I found her bracelet in your bag.”

“Keep your voice down, you’re embarrassing yourself.” He urged.

“I’m sorry.” She spat sarcastically.

“Hey, let’s talk about this back in the room. I want to make things right.”

“Always the fixer-” She laughed, dryly.

“Megan, I love you, don’t you ever doubt that.”

He placed his hands over hers.

She sighed, “Fine, let’s talk.”

-

“Two bodies were found in the pool house. We’e identified one as a resort employee.” Spoke a young detective.

“What does that have to do with me?” The man questions, a mask of intolerance glossing over his expression.

“The second body belongs to a woman named Megan Hues…you’re girlfriend?”

“Fiancee.” He corrected.

“You don't seem upset.” The detective observes.

“I loved her.” The man stated.

“That's not the answer I need.”

“And what do you need?”

The detective leans over the table.

“Between you and me we already have enough evidence to lock your ass up, I’m just giving you the opportunity to explain yourself.”

“Oh?” The man mused.

“Do you have anything to say?”

“Yes,” The man folds his hands, “I’m sorry.”