He settles back in his seat and looks at me in the rearview mirror. Those eyes, full of depth and life, swallow me whole.
“I’ve seen a lot of bad s**t in my lifetime. Sins of every shape and color. You know what I’ve never seen?”
I take the bait with hesitation. “What?”
“The men who did those things apologizing. They don’t feel remorse. They don’t feel guilt.”
“So you’re saying I shouldn’t either?”
“I’m saying it makes you more human than most to feel what you’re feeling.”
I take that in. But it doesn’t fit right. Doesn’t feel true the way he seems to believe it is.
“I don’t know what I am,” I whisper. “They tried to make me something, and maybe I was that thing for a while. But I’m trying to be something different now. Is that even possible? Can people really just… change?”
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