Ara
Fabian and I got home, and it felt simple and serene—for a few hours. We shared a meal together and went to bed together. The next day, though, Fabian was ready to go to work, and it felt like it was time for me to talk to Quincy.
I called my brother as soon as Fabian left for work. I was so tired of the lies and all the deceit; it felt like I was bubbling and would erupt very soon if I didn’t tell Quincy everything—if I didn’t stop this façade. It was not what I wanted for myself. It was never what I wanted. I was just so blind then. I didn’t realize that I was digging my grave deeper and deeper. It didn’t really occur to me that I would find no satisfaction in this game of revenge. After all that planning, I just wanted nothing to do with it at this point.
“Ara,” Quincy said when
