Chapter Thirty-Nine

I’ve debated whether to write what happens next. I know it isn’t something you’d want to hear, and I keep trying to find a way to skip it. I’ve wasted two pages of starts and stops, but beginning again is like trying to pick up a thread when you’ve dropped it.

So, I’m going to be honest, I am.

I’m going to tell the truth, I am.

Even if it hurts.

I’m sorry if this hurts.

I write this for you, mostly, but I also write it for myself. I suppose it’s my way of processing everything, of chewing my story until it softens enough to suck meaning off the skeleton.

I want this sacrifice to be worthwhile. I guess in the end, we all do.

I’m sorry.

I never had the chance to tell you that.