My chest tightened.
“I read them over and over.”
He looked at Marcus.
“I kept thinking, ‘Maybe he’s right.’”
Marcus folded his arms but said nothing.
“I thought about coming home.”
Andrew’s voice cracked.
“I even stood up once.”
He laughed softly, though there was no humor in it.
“Then another message came.”
He unlocked the phone again and scrolled.
“There.”
I read the message.
“If you come back, she’ll choose me. Don’t make her say it to your face.”
I covered my mouth.
“I believed him.”
Andrew looked at me.
“I couldn’t survive hearing those words from you.”
“You never would have.”
“I know that now.” He took a shaky breath. “But I didn’t know it then.”
I closed my eyes.
Every moment of guilt I’d carried for over half a decade became something else.
Rage.
I turned toward Marcus.
“You watched me fall apart.”
