I decided Wednesday that I was going to tell him. Not someday, when the timing felt right, because the timing was never going to feel right. I learned that much by now. Wednesday, sometime after the banquet email went out, sitting on the edge of my bed at midnight, I just decided. Before the banquet. Before I stood up in front of a room full of people who already knew the truth and let him hear it from someone else first.
I spent all of Thursday rehearsing it in my head. Between classes, walking across the quad, standing in line for coffee I barely drank. I tried it a dozen different ways. ‘Rhys, I need to tell you something about that hit you told me about.’ ‘Rhys, remember the girl from the article? It's me.’ ‘Rhys, I've been lying to you since the day we met and I need you to let me ex
