do with.”
I looked directly at Melissa.
“And definitely not because someone thinks I’m useful until I’m inconvenient.”
Melissa began crying.
“I was wrong.”
“I know.”
“I was horrible to you.”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know why I treated you that way.”
“I do.”
She looked at me.
“You thought I would always forgive you.”
Her face crumpled.
And she couldn’t argue with that.
That evening, everyone left.
I stayed behind.
I walked through the empty house.
The ocean was visible through the glass doors.
The pool lights reflected against the
