That’s the reason I ended up on Michael’s doorstep. Because my last words to her had been words I didn’t mean, and I couldn’t exit her life without telling her the truth. The truth is I was never, not for one goddamn second, not even when I walked in on her in Loring’s arms, sorry that I’d met her. I’m a better person for knowing her. I fucking loved her. No, it’s more than that. Not only did I love her, but I’m pretty sure I’ve never loved anyone but her.
