“Eden, of course I believe you, I—I just…” He inhales, and exhales slowly, trying to calm himself. “I just—you could’ve told me—you should’ve told me. Back when we were together. Why? Why didn’t you ever say anything? I would’ve believed you then, too.” God, I almost wish he didn’t just tell me that. I wish he’d said that he wouldn’t have believed me, because then I could feel justified in not telling him.
