“It wasn’t like that, Tessa. You are… were my friend. I know I fucked up, but I really am sorry.” Her apology catches me off guard. But I recover and say, “Well, I can’t forgive you.” She frowns. And then her expression turns angry. “But you can forgive him? He’s the one who started it all—and you forgave him. How fucked up is that?”
Truly
