Heath had been hurt. He’d been desperate. In his own twisted way, he’d done it all out of love. I could have forgiven him for that. What I couldn’t forgive was how he’d allowed his secrets to fester, so they could be used against him—against us—at the worst possible time. He kept begging me to let him in, to open up and be honest, and all the while he’d kept me locked in the dark for years. Heath had always kept me in the dark.
