without asking for anyone’s permission,” I said clearly, walking away for good.
Before flying back to Tucson, I bought a new pair of black dance shoes and called my mother from the terminal.
I told her seeing Brendan had felt far less overwhelming than I expected.
Then I opened the revenge folder one final time, saved a copy to an external hard drive for safekeeping, and deleted it from my phone.
Brendan had aimed for ninety-nine acts of revenge, believing he needed three more to destroy me, but he never
