“Maggie, you were never the liar.”
I scanned the page.
“You were kind to me once, and I punished you for it.
You saw me crying after the person I loved the most threatened to disown me. All because I injured myself in football.
I was so ashamed that I decided everyone had to see you as the weak one instead.”
Kevin had found my blog. Travis had confirmed people still whispered about me.
Kevin had planned a public confession because, in his words, “private apologies cannot heal public lies.”
Kevin had found my blog.
“I sent you away because I thought if you weren’t beside me, no one could accuse you of forcing me.
I know now that I made another decision for you. That wasn’t love. That was just another form of control.”
I lowered the letter.
“He admits it was wrong,” Mr. Davis said.
“It was wrong,” I snapped. “He hurt me again so he could feel noble alone.”
