me to!”
Danny nodded slowly. “That was the point.”
I felt sick.
Then he added the detail that made his story almost impossible not to believe.
“I think she wanted me herself.”
She said you didn’t want me showing up.
“What?”
“She’d always been jealous of us.”
“No. Helen married your friend.”
“Eventually.”
I stared at him. “Do you have her letters?”
I think she wanted me herself.
His expression changed. “I burned them.”
“You burned them?”
“I couldn’t keep reading the words that stole you from me.”
It sounded heartbreaking.
At the time, I thought it was.
I burned them.
Helen called that evening.
I declined it.
She called again.
I turned off my phone.
The next morning, she came to my door. “Sis? I know you’re home.”
I stood behind the curtain and didn’t move.
It sounded heartbreaking.
Danny touched my shoulder. “Don’t hate her because of me.”
