I stood almost holding my breath inside London’s closet. Watching. I watched as his lips touched her. How he gently caressed her skin. The words of adoration he spoke.
You were supposed to come with me in the pool.
I was afraid.
You never followed . . . but now’s your chance to make it right. Do you want to make it right?
I can’t.
You can . . . I need you. I want us to be together forever. I need you. . . .