Chapter 67
Kate,
I don’t know where to start. A simple “I’m sorry” doesn’t seem like enough, but I am sorry. I’m sorry I broke your trust. I’m sorry I did this to us. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the Vitalyn. That was a mistake, and I’m ashamed—most of all, of my own cowardice.
I’ve felt guilty about it since you told me about your mum, because I knew what I was doing would hurt you. I was determined to stop, but I kept finding reasons why taking another tablet was OK.
Stress. Exhaustion. Too much work.
That’s probably why I didn’t tell you about it.
I kept telling myself that every time would be the last—and it never was.
Looking back, I see that my reasons for continuing to take it weren’t actually reasons but excuses.
But I’m done with that now. I know you’ll have a hard time believing it, because your mum never managed to stop, but I’m serious.
I’ve thrown away every single Vitalyn tablet.
I’m quitting because you are the most important thing in my life, my angel.
Yours forever,
Henry