I didn’t tell because I was angry. And I was angry because my secret is that I was in love. I can’t believe you didn’t see the look all over my face. I saw how bright and interesting she was every day, but I never told her. What I saw didn’t change how I felt; it only made me sure my feelings didn’t matter. So I held back and kept quiet, and now she’s dead and I’ll always have to live with wondering if I could have stopped it.
