Three days later, an envelope arrived in the mail. My name was neatly typed on the front. I opened it standing in the hallway, still wearing my coat. Inside was a simple sheet of paper.
A letter… I immediately recognized Troy’s handwriting.
You need to know this clearly: I lied to you, and I chose to do it.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I staggered to the nearest chair and collapsed into it before reading the rest.
I immediately recognized Troy’s handwriting.
I was receiving medical treatment.
I didn’t know how to explain it to you without changing the way you saw me. It wasn’t easy. And I was afraid that once I said it out loud, I would become your responsibility instead of your partner.
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