“And I’m sorry I’m all messed up.” “You’re perfect just the way you are. Retinitis pigmentosa or not.” “But if I was perfect, then you wouldn’t cry. And then Ellie would still be here because she wouldn’t have kept my secret.” I’ve never hated myself more. “None of this is your fault. Not a single thing, you hear me?” His grip on the paper tightens. “Yes, it is. She wanted to tell you, but I made her stay quiet.”
