themselves, and every time I thought about telling you, it felt like I would be dropping a bomb into something I wanted to keep simple.”
“So you lied.”
“Yes.”
He clearly hadn’t expected such a direct admission.
“Yes,” I repeated. “I withheld something important about myself. And I understand why you’re hurt.”
He breathed out.
“But that doesn’t erase what happened three days ago.”
His eyes dropped.
“I know.”
It was the closest he had come to apologizing.
So I asked the question that mattered.
“Why didn’t you come?”
His
