He Let Me Burn My Life Down
“And the grandparents’ story?” I asked.
He swallowed.
“I panicked,” he admitted. “I knew you. I knew if you thought I was innocent, you’d stay. You’d fight for me.”
“And if I knew the truth…”
I finished it for him.
“I might have left.”
He nodded.
That’s when something in me snapped clean in half.
“So you lied,” I said. “You let me think you were an innocent victim. You let me choose you over my parents based on a lie.”
He sobbed.
