“What’s the worst thing I’ve done to you? What’s the most disgusting, terrible thing that I’ve put you through since we met?” I begin to think through the last eight months, but he clears his throat, reminding me that he wanted me to say the first thing that came to mind. I fidget in the chair, not wanting to open that vault right now, or anytime in the future, really. But finally I spit it out. “The bet. The fact that you had me completely fooled when I was falling in love with you.”
