*Ethan*
She will hate me now, hate me more than she already does, hate me as much as I hate myself. She will leave. I need her to leave as much as I need her to stay. “The story I told you about how..: Ethan died. It was how Nathan died.”
“Yes, I assumed that,” She says softly.
I feel so hot and clammy I could be walking through the jungle at this very moment. I have to tell her. She has to know the truth, but it is so hard to think, so hard to focus. Yet the guilt has been gnawing at me. I can’t take this truth to the grave.
I will never tell her how Nathan had suffered, suffered because of me. But she has to understand that what happened wasn’t Nathan’s fault.
“I didn’t tell you precisely what occurred. Me, not Nathan, was playing with the baby gorilla. Nathan merely stood off to t
