By a Thread

by Lucy Score

I felt compelled to do a lot of things where Ally was concerned. Avoid her. Ignore her. Make up reasons to talk to her. Pick a fight with her. Touch her.

“Was it because I needed money or because you wanted to pull my strings?” “Pfft. You don’t have strings. You’re a person, not a Pin… pinochle puppet. You were so tired. And scared. And I have money. But you wouldn’t take it. So I made you take it.”

“You stupid motherfucking guy.” Delaney didn’t mince words. “Already acknowledged, Del,” Harry said, stepping in. “How does he fix it?” “Fix it? The man stuck his fingers in her open wound and rooted around in there. He conned her into caring about him, trusting him, and then he abandoned her just like her mother did.” Fuck.

But I did you a disservice, Ally. I gave you things. But I didn’t share. I forced your secrets into the open, while refusing to tell mine. It was never an even exchange. You always gave more. And for that, and so many other things, I’m sorry. Love, Dom

I didn’t know how to forgive. I knew how to move on. And that’s what I was doing.