“I was so angry with you, especially that night you admitted your feelings.” “I could tell. I was certain after I left that I’d done too much damage to overcome. If there was any hope at all, it lay in the truth. That one sliver of a chance—the hope that a confession might earn your forgiveness—was worth spilling my secrets. Even if we didn’t end up together, I hoped to at least keep you from hating me.” I mull over my next words because I’m not sure how they’ll be received. “Z, it’s not my call to make, but I want you to consider telling your mom and maybe even Nevio the truth. Secrets are insidious. They fester and rot everything they touch. And besides, secrets always end up exposed in the end. Better to control how the information surfaces than clean up after a bomb drops.” Zeno grunts
