trembled. He explained why he hadn’t told me.
“At first, when I saw you in that bed, I looked at you and saw punishment,” he wrote. “For my pride. For my temper. I’m ashamed, but you need the truth: sometimes, in the beginning, I resented you. Not for anything you did. Because you were proof of what my anger cost.” Tears blurred the words.
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