Chapter Forty
SYLVIEI have to tell him about Barron. I don’t know how…but I’ve got to do it.
As I stand on the bridge, watching the koi fish swim beneath the garden’s fairy lights, I envy them. Their only care is food, and visitors to the gardens happily push quarters into a machine at the end of the bridge to get handfuls of pellets for the fish to gobble up. Their lives are simple. They don’t have secrets. Or an ex-boyfriend who wants to marry them because he has no idea about those secrets…
Holt might have been a druggie and a drunk, but he had one redeeming quality. I never had to worry about turning into my sister because he always used a condom. It is like it has been built into his muscle memory somehow. Even when he was high. Even when he drunk. I never had to remind him. He wra
