Becca
I barely slept all night. I needed time to think, really think back on what I remembered from high school, and try to understand what had happened.
Sarah called me at the c***k of dawn, reasoning that I’d told her to leave me alone last night, but the morning was a reset. She wasn’t willing to let me go any longer without really talking things through.
So we talked. She explained. Again. I mean, I couldn’t really blame her. From where she’d sat, Blake hadn’t looked like a good influence, and she was the oldest of the siblings still living at home. She’d done what she thought was right.
She also told me that Blake had been adamant that she tell me the truth because he wanted me to trust him. “Don’t take this out on him. It’s not his fault.”
I told her that I understood and that s
