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"We need to talk," I said to Fabian. I could not remember how many times I had said that word in the space of the past few months of my life. I always wanted to talk about one thing or the other. It was exhausting to me, too, to always have one secret or the other that I was trying to shed and be on my merry way. I had to tell Fabian this. It was necessary. I knew that we had to go past this if our relationship was to progress. I didn't have much hope that anything good would come out of the talk, but I was willing and happy to have this discussion anyway.
I felt so free after talking to the police, and they promised that they would use this information to charge Quincy. I had to tell them everything, including the things that I hadn't told Fabian, and so here I was. I had to let him
