“That’s…” Words failed her. “But it explains a lot. Stalker came to Doc’s last night. He apologized. He also said he knew that didn’t change anything, and I’m free to hate him forever, but … he’s sorry.” “I’m glad,” I murmured. “I’m sure it doesn’t matter, but—” “It does, actually. Hate is … it’s a weight … and when he said those things, I felt it go.”
