“I agree.”
That surprised me.
“He admits it was wrong.”
“Then why are you here?”
Because I told him the truth should belong to you too.”
I looked toward my car.
For years, people had whispered after I left rooms.
Now the truth was being spoken in one.
Without me.
No.
I grabbed my keys.
“Then why are you here?”
Mr. Davis blinked. “You’re going?”
“Not to save him.”
“Then why?”
I folded the letter and held it tight.
“To reclaim my story.”
***
Kevin’s voice carried through the hotel ballroom before I reached the doorway.
“Not to save him.”
“Maggie didn’t lie about me,” he said. “I lied about her.”
The room was full of former classmates, old teachers, and alumni board members. Travis sat near the front, red-faced and stiff.
Kevin gripped the podium. “She saw me crying after my father called me weak. She asked if I was okay. I punished her for being kind.”
