Not like it would do me any good to text Kohl now. Once they realized what I’d done—that I’d lied to them and entered the games anyway—they were going to fucking lose it. But I didn’t have time to worry about that shit, I needed to get my head in the game. That meant forgetting about them. And all the shit I’d never say. And the fact that the last thing they’d remember of me is that I’d used them. Fuck.
