Maybe the only thing that matters is the people that we’ve become—that we’re still capable of wanting goodness and light in the world. That we want to make things right, and we believe there is still a chance for reparation. That we can find it in our scared and empty hearts to still seek out love.
Nobody says anything until Jimmy reaches for my hand and pulls it off his arm. “The one thing I do have a hard time wrapping my head around is the fact that you thought I didn’t know who you were, and you f****d me anyway. Like…” He shakes his head. “Don’t you think that’s something we should have talked about first?”
A bunch of comments come to mind, all those excuses I’ve been telling myself about how he’d never forgive me if he knew who I was, and how this was the only way to make things ri
