Too late to love me
Then his eyes came up to my face.
I stepped close, close enough that nobody inside could hear me, and held the page against my chest.
"There is a mistake in my summary, sir," I said. My voice trembled so badly that I hardly knew it. "The penalty clause in the amendment.
I wrote four hundred and eighty thousand. It is eight hundred and forty. I swapped the numbers. I am so sorry. This is the corrected page."
I held it out. My hand was shaking, and the paper shook with it.