Status Updates From Requiem (Delirium, #3)

The Story of Solomon is the only way I know how to explain.

And then, in smaller letters:

Forgive me.

But the guilt goes even deeper than that. It, too, is dust: Layers and layers of it have accumulated.
Because if it weren’t for me, Lena and Alex would never have been caught at all.
I told on them.
I was jealous.
God forgive me, for I have sinned.

He stands there with me and murmurs into my hair and kisses the top of my head and lets me cry over losing another boy, a boy I loved better.