"Chloe?" Trent stepped closer, his expression full of concern. "Are you okay? Please, talk to me."
Make me forget.
The words I'd uttered that night slammed into me with the force of a wrecking ball, and all the breath rushed from my lungs. I looked up at him just as the first, fat tear ran down my cheek.
"I did this." It wasn't a question - we both already knew the truth. "Oh, God. I did this. This is my fault."
But I couldn't deny it any longer. I had asked him to erase my memories. It had been selfish, but it's what I had needed to be able to move on.
Leaving Keene Valley, leaving my family and my friends, had been hard, but I'd done it because I had to. And I'd been miserable here - I hated school, hated living with my father, hated how people treated me - until Simon spoke to me.
Then everything changed. I had a friend now. I was getting along with Larissa, and I adored Little Frank. I was finally starting to fit in around here, and now that would be ruined.