“Brett made his own decision about your relationship,” Lyssa said. “He loved you, but he believed that you weren’t ready to be with him. Brett was comfortable with who he was—”
“So was I! I was comfortable.”
“I haven’t seen Brett for several months,” Lyssa said. “I don’t know where he is. I know that he left his partner because he couldn’t live the lie anymore. He wanted to be free of the deception and let the world know how he loved you. By denying him that right, he felt that he was suppressing a part of himself. You weren’t comfortable with who you were, with being in a same s*x relationship, and he felt that you didn’t love him like he loved you. Your unwillingness to be open hurt—”
“It wasn’t like that!”
“Forgive me,” Lyssa said, seating herself on the bed in front of Suzette, who
