“No!” He rasps, turning to face me. I begin to speak. He won’t allow it. “What do you want from me, Katie?” He questions. “Today was the first day in months that I could even leave my house. I lived through absolute Hell, and you weren’t there. You turned on me at my lowest. You seriously believed I was a murderer, Katie. I don’t know how I could ever forgive that.” He takes off down the sidewalk. Tears flow down my cheeks. He’s right- I’m awful. Heartbrokenly, I watch him hastily walk away
and walk out of my life.