“A couple of days before.”
I leaned back.
Another secret.
“Did he ever plan to tell me the truth?”
Another decision already made before I was invited into it.
“Did he ever plan to tell me the truth?”
“Yes.”
I laughed bitterly.
“I mean himself.”
“He tried.”
“He called me three different times and said, ‘Tonight I’m telling Laura.'”
“How?”
“He called me three different times and said, ‘Tonight I’m telling Laura.'”
“And every time he backed out?”
She nodded.
I stared at the letter.
I could see the remorse build in Mallory’s eyes.
“So he made you do it.”
I could see the remorse build in Mallory’s eyes.
“I didn’t want to.”
“But you agreed.”
“He said you deserved the truth.”
