every single day. I wanted to call. I wanted to, but how could
I? What would I have said? I thought about it so many times,
but then all that time started passing and it was even harder.
You wouldn’t have listened to me, all those years later, even if
I’d called you or tried to write it down.”
“I wouldn’t have, because that’s insane! Even if you’re
telling the truth, that’s just wrong! You paid for your parent’s
mistakes, but so did I. So did Danica and Billy. So did my
parents. So did my grampy. You did that to us. That was your
decision. You weren’t kind or loving or understanding. You
made your choice. You could have told me. You could have
tried at least, to make me understand. Maybe I could have
helped you. Maybe my family could have. Could have helped
your parents even. I used to like your mom and dad. They
weren’t warm like my family, but they were always nice to me
at least. I’m just- I’m so- so- freaking disappointed that you
did something like that!”
Quinn stood there blinking hard, her lips quivering,
and her nostrils flaring. Dallas could see quite clearly that
there was zero scenarios in which this ever worked out. Quinn
was never going to forgive her. They were never going to be
able to become friends or lovers again. The past would be left
unchanged. The truth didn’t matter. She’d made her choice a
long time ago and that was that.
“All I can say is that I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t mean
much at this point.”
“You’re right. There are levels of damage, and that is
just the worst! Sorry absolutely does fuck all.”
Dallas pursed her lips. She could feel whatever was left
to the tough exterior she’d put on to get through this slipping