XXXIV
I’m sorry for this, I truly am. I hope you can see that in another life. I hope you can understand that what’s transpiring now has nothing to do with you. Or has everything to do with you. But what I’m hoping you understand is that it was me. That it was always me and never you. I hope you understand that the broken hand that keeps me down won’t let up; not till I’m dead. I hope you understand that this is the only option I had; this was my only way out.
