Distracted for a moment with his own thoughts, he belatedly lifts his eyes to mine. “Sorry, what?” “Chad. Do you think I … I should …” I rephrase the question. “Would you forgive him? If he did to you what he did to me?” Billy averts his gaze, then takes in a slow and pensive lungful of air before answering. “I think it would be difficult to do. I mean, it isn’t like what you hold against him is a grudge. It’s more than that. It’s deeper. It’s something real and painful.” He shrugs. “You are the only one who can answer
