did I do that made leaving feel safer than telling me the truth?”
Her mouth trembled.
“You made everything a test,” she said. “My grades. My clothes. My friends. Mitchell. Even my tone.”
“I thought I was guiding you.”
“When I found out I was pregnant, I wanted you. But I could already feel your disappointment.”
I looked at Rose.
Then at Livia.
Then at every person I had blamed.
“I was wrong,” I said. “I made you believe you had to disappear to be loved safely.”
I turned to
