Outside, reporters were waiting on the courthouse steps, but Grant guided me through them without speaking for me.
Kyle called my name. Calculators and reference tools
“Thank you for telling the truth.”
“I didn’t do it for you. I did it for Jessica and anyone else I might attack.”
“Lose.”
He looked at Grant.
“It seems to suit you.”
“He doesn’t try to rescue me. He stays by my side while I rescue myself.”
Kyle dried his eyes.
“Do you hate me?”
Five years earlier, I would have responded immediately. But there, with the life I had built from scratch, hatred seemed like just another connection I no longer needed. Schedules and calendars
“No. I don’t hate you. I simply don’t belong to you anymore.”
He nodded in pain.
“I hope you become someone who doesn’t need to hurt others to feel powerful,” I added.
