That was when I snapped. I wish I could say that I went off on her in a full blaze of glory, spouting venom like Jasper Holmes at his angriest, letting loose all the stress and anxiety of the past four years—or even that I eloquently reduced her to rubble with a literary quote. Instead, I severed any remaining ties in my heart and let myself feel the one emotion she genuinely deserved: my pity.
