Chapter 83 Ruby
Ruby
After the flight touched down in Perth, I took a cab into the city and checked into a hotel.
I thought about Lucy. Nasrin was right. She had been raped, and I’d told her that I didn’t believe her because I was thinking about myself. I couldn’t handle the thought that this was karma.
I found a meeting close to the hotel. I shared with the group that I was in self-imposed exile because I’d done a terrible thing a long time ago.
People were supportive and urged me to make apologies.
I left as soon as the meeting was over. I took an open-top bus tour of the city, taking in as much as I could.
I did not call Uncle Dennis. I thought about all the new lies I would have to tell him if I just turned up there. It had to stop.
I took another long flight. This time, I landed in Boston.
On a Thursday afternoon a couple of days later, I walked an hour and a half from the Harvard Square Hotel to the Boston Police Headquarters, a shiny, new, glass-fronted building. I took a number at reception and waited for my name to be called. When it was, I made my confession.