Albert
I didn’t remember the walk back to the house. My legs moved on their own, feet crunching along the gravel, then pavements, then soft grass as I cut through yards and past quiet homes with glowing windows and past the small forest. The photo Edward had kept was still clenched in my hand, the edges damp from the sweat of my palm.
I was breathing hard. Like I had just run a mile when all I had done was walk.
My thoughts were shards that were glinting, sharp, slicing at every corner of my mind. I didn't know what to make of everything that I had learnt tonight.
He loved me from the word go.
He never stopped.
He lied to protect me. Lied and let me walk away. Hurt me with my brother.
And worst of all: Why does this feel like coming home?
My chest ached, caught between shame and ye
