I’d been a fool, thinking I could fix any of this before it was too late. Before he found out the true extent of it all. And now I’d paid the price. No matter how fervently I had told him it had been true, he thought that everything we had was a lie. A game. And now there was nothing I could do to right it. I’d felt the power in his words—in the vow he’d made to forget me until the day he died. He’d said I was nothing to him anymore. I felt like nothing. I felt like I would shrivel up into nothing where I sat, panting and bleeding alone in the dark.
