Chapter 30 The Weight Of Knowing

• I didn't move for a long time.
• The phone sat in my hand, the image still on the screen, my mother's face determined and unafraid, Marcus beside her, neither of them looking back, and I stood in the middle of a bare room with one weak lamp and a man I had spent three years hating for something he claimed he did to save my life, and I didn't know what to do with any of it.
• That was the honest truth, I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to feel, I didn't know which direction to point my anger anymore because every person I had aimed it at tonight had handed me a reason to redirect it somewhere else, and I was exhausted, deeply exhausted, the kind that lived in your bones and had nothing to do with sleep.