Haunt Me (Heartbreaker Duet #2)

Eden’s Email

I got too depressed to finish my last email.

But—progress. I have kept them all, I’ll have you know. My therapist says it’s great that I don’t compulsively delete everything I type now, even though she knows how much of an internal fight it is not to delete my messages like I used to. It’s almost a compulsion. The shame, the fear… I have to fight them with my every breath.

I think she hopes I’ll show her the emails, but that’s not happening. I won’t show them to you either, of course. It’s ok. They are for me. I need to write them. I need these words to exist.

I need the truth to exist, written by my own hand.

P.S. By the way, I did not delete all my texts to myself on my old phone. There are so many left. Especially by the end, I had stopped deleting them. Maybe deep down I wanted to get discovered, who knows? But they are still there. If the police ever give it back to me, I will reread them. Or not.