TWENTY-THREE
Kaylan
I’d been crying, just overwhelmed by everything. In the shower, my knees gave out and I crashed down hard on the slick surface. The physical pain wasn’t much, but the fall felt like a heavy reminder of all the past torture and weakness, and that really hurt.
Recovering from the surgery wasn’t just a physical thing; it was messing with my emotions too. My hormones were all scrambled, and each day felt like riding through a storm. And then there was Logan, the man who somehow became the focus of my thoughts.
His apology earlier was deep and sincere. His eyes were pleading, full of a weariness. He was broken too, and I knew I had a part in that.
I shut the door on him because I couldn’t bear to look at the man I’d pushed to the point where he felt he needed to kneel and beg for forgiveness. Once he knew the whole story, once he understood the depth of what had happened, that was enough for me. Out of everyone, he was the only one I wanted to understand me the most.
I didn’t need to forgive him because I hadn’t really blamed him in the first place. I blamed myself. I felt responsible. I felt guilty.
Afterwards, I just cried it all out and was glad to have escaped the numbness.