And you destroyed it. I’ve tried to tell myself it was a mistake, that maybe I didn’t see what I saw — but the mind is cruel, Penelope. It replays things in perfect detail when you most want to forget. The shape of your body under his arm. I can’t unsee it. I can’t unhear it. You taught me love could hurt more than fists. You taught me that light can lie. Still, even now, I wish I could hate you the way I should.
