I would never have admitted it then, but I can admit it now: on some level, I wanted to get away from Fay. If I hadn’t wanted that, I wouldn’t have made it happen. I knew what I was doing. That was the worst part of all.
He was stronger than I—the thought registered dully in the back of my mind—because he was growing into a man, and I was not, and in the end there was no way around that.
Absolutely devastating
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