Chapter 20
20
CLAIRE
Dear Diary,
I haven’t written in this journal since right after the attack and now I realize that maybe that was for the best. I didn’t need to show you who I was when I didn’t know who that person could be.
But now I’m better.
And not because I fell in love with Kingston Montgomery.
The real Kingston Montgomery.
Yes, he was a part of it but he wasn’t all of it.
I found that knowing what I wanted meant I had to fight for it—even if fighting myself was part of the problem.
I’m no longer the girl lying on the floor, covered in her own blood.
I’m no longer the girl who can’t fight back.
I’m no longer the girl who can’t forgive.
I’m alive. I’m free. And I’m in love with myself.
And that love took far longer than I care to admit.
And yes, I love Kingston Montgomery.
Maybe I should go back and write about our first night…but no…that’s just for me.
Finally.
~Claire