What could possibly be wrong with me? I didn't even understand that I'd crushed his heart until it was too late. In the course of the previous four years, I had not given this topic a single thought. I hadn't even told Gwen about Henry until recently. That portion of my life was a mystery, and it was a period in my history that I had no desire to relive. When I was younger, I'd always been an anxious, irritable kid with a muddled head.
However, Henry had me in the bag. And I was responsible for everything.
And I was the one to blame.
As soon as I got to the cemetery, I spent a few minutes dabbing my eyes with a tissue since I was crying so much. I couldn't help but wonder whether Henry had actually brought any of this up with Brown, or whether Brown had simply pieced everything together
