Chapter 112

In a small voice, I admit it aloud. “My fault,” I say. There’s no weight lifted from my heart, the pain in my chest isn’t dulled in the least, and the admission brings with it fresh tears. But they’re softer this time, a gentle, cleansing rain, washing away the lump in my throat that formed when I saw in Stephen’s large eyes his hopes and dreams shatter the instant he realized I didn’t love him back. So I say it again, “My fault,” and Dan holds onto me as I cry it out, my fault. Not Dan’s, not Stephen’s, mine

At some point I start telling him about Stephen because I think I have to, but my voice is strained. He wants to hear this, right? Even though it’s gone to me, it means nothing anymore, Dan told me to talk…“Michael,” he interrupts, kissing me quiet. I look up at him and there is no anger or judgment staring back—only love. Just the man I’ve always seen when I look at him. “This is our place,” he tells me. “Not Stephen’s. Unless you really want to talk about him…”