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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