A single tear slipped down his cheek. “But that’s what makes me weak. I let him. I let him tear me down. I let him beat me. I let him nearly kill me. What does that tell you about me, huh?” Fury threatened to consume me at Oscar’s confession, my demon demanding retribution. I took a second to smother my impulses. My anger wasn’t what was important right now—Oscar was. My hand slipped up to cup the back of his neck. “It tells me you were abused. That someone took advantage of you. That’s not your fault, Oscar. You were not at fault. What happened was his fault and his alone. You deserve the
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