I spent more time writing my final letter to Davis than I did on my novels, agonizing over every word. Liam and Hayden had been smothering the shit out of me, and the only way I got any time to myself was to delve into my homework. They both knew the assignment, but neither had asked to read the letter, thank God. There was no way in hell I'd show it to anyone.
Dr. Waller had told me to express myself in whatever fashion I needed, and I'd taken her advice. My admission to Davis was raw, painful, filled with sorrow and regret, and incredibly intimate. I didn't have any issues depicting the grief or the torture I endured after he'd left. The problem came in the forgiveness.