MY FRIEND HAS TO KNOW

TERESA

After leaving Vicky, we made our way back to Bellingham in complete silence. I was on the verge of despair. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, not doing anything, not even a grimace, and it was grinding inside me like a coffee grinder.

His serenity was completely inadmissible under the conditions in which he hurt me so much. I could read thoughts, but I certainly blocked myself from reading Bash’s. It already shattered my heart to pieces to listen to other impertinent excuses, which were useless.

It was clear; I had to talk to Caroline and confess everything to her, even if it would be hard for her to believe me. Anyway, I had promised her that one day I would tell her and that day had definitely come. I needed an ally next to me, and Caro was the best fit.

In a maximum of one hour, I was home, well, his home, but exactly as I expected, we did not talk about anything. If he wanted to play the victim of all this, he had to know that it was not the case. His childish be