"Where do you think you're going, Ronald?"
My voice came out soft, and it did not sound like mine. It carried a strange doubled echo, something layered beneath the words.
His hand froze on the door. He turned, eyes wide and glassy with terror. "Kate. Kate, let me go. We had five years together. Aside from the drug, I never hurt you. There was something real between us."
"You drugged me. That alone is a crime. If feelings excused every crime, prisons would not exist." Each word left me like a blade of ice. "And do not speak to me about feelings, Ronald. Your mouth is not fit to hold the word."
The last of the color drained from his face. He opened his mouth to keep going, to remind me of the high school girl no one else would go near, the one only he had been kind to.
I remembered. Of
