A Thousand Letters
She ripped her arm away and turned on him, fuming. "No. I won’t be blackmailed by her."
"You’re going to tell him anyway. Why not make it tonight?"
"She won’t do it," she said, looking at me, but talking about me like I wasn’t there. "She doesn’t have the guts. Sweet little Elliot, the doormat."
"Try me."
Something in her eyes faltered, like she was seeing me for the first time, but she slammed the door closed on the thought when Jack reached for her arm again.
"Mary, we’ll tell him tonight."
"I don’t want to," she yelled petulantly.
His face hardened. "Because of her or because of me?"
"Don’t do that, Jack. Don’t make this about you and me."
Something in him changed, something fundamental, and it was like an iron curtain slamming between them. "You’ve had me waiting for years. Years. And I was stupid enough to think you’d actually go through with it." He stepped away, and her face sprang open with regret.
"Jack, wait! I want to tell him … I’ll tell him, just not—"
He brushed past me. "No, you don’t. You won’t. I should have known," he said to himself as she chased him down the hallway toward the door. "It’s really too bad you couldn’t be more like Elliot. She would give anything for the people she loves. You can’t even give yourself to me, not in the way that matters."
"Wait! Please, talk to me." She grabbed his arm, and he spun around.
"I’m through talking." And with that, he blew through the door, slamming it hard enough to make the windows rattle.
She stood there in front of the door with her back to me, shoulders heaving for a long moment. And when she whipped around, her face was twisted, contorted with rage.
"You," she whispered. "Get out."
I swallowed. "Whatever you want," I said as I walked to my coat, slipping my feet in the boots that I’d left in the entry after the snow.
"Get out. Get out! Get out!" she shrieked, and I slipped on my coat, grabbing my bag.
Heat radiated off of her as I walked past and opened the door. "I’m telling him tonight." My words were firm, quiet, and when I closed the door behind me, she screamed, the sound punctuated by the thump of something hitting the door.
23
Revelation
Revelations
Begin and end
With the truth.
* * *
-M. White
* * *
Wade
The front door opened and slammed shut, and Ben and I shared a wary look, neither of us expecting Sophie to blow into the living room, fuming.
"I need to talk to you." Her eyes were razorblades.
Ben nodded. "I’ll, ah, give you guys a minute," he said as he left, abandoning me.
Her lips pinched, her whole body coiled up like a spring. "You slept with Elliot."
A jolt shot up my spine. I nodded.
"How could you do that to her, Wade? How?" she said, the words like daggers. "You know she still loves you, and you still love her, but I don’t even know if you deserve her. Not after what you’ve put her through."
"Sophie—"
"I used to, you know," she said as she began to pace like a caged animal. "All this time I’ve tried to be understanding, tried to see your side, had your back and supported your decision even though I disagreed. I never asked you about her, not once, even though I knew you were both hurting. Especially her. Because, unlike you, she actually talks to me."
"Sophie, if you would just listen—"
"And you come back here, treat her like a pariah, and then go over there and take advantage of her?" She shook her head. "I don’t even know who you are anymore."
"Stop!" I shouted, her words cutting through me. "Just hang on and let me speak."
"Why? Are you going to deny it?"
"No, but—"
"So you’ve just got a bunch of excuses. Imagine that," she scoffed.
I stood, frustration coursing through me, making it impossible to sit still. "It’s not like that."
She crossed her arms and glared at me. "Well, then, explain it to me."
"Are you going to interrupt me?"
"I’ll give you two minutes."
I ran my hand down my face, pressing my eyes with my fingers, sorting back through the days, trying to decide where to start. So I started at the beginning.
"I’ve always loved her, since the first moment I saw her, and that has never changed. Didn’t matter how badly I wanted it to."
Her face softened by the smallest degree.
"If things had been different, if I’d come here for any other reason but for Dad, maybe I would have known what to do about her. But I didn’t. I didn’t handle anything the way I should and now … now I’ve ruined everything, hurt everyone. Even you and Sadie. I went there that night because I knew she was the only person in the world who would understand, the only one who could remind me that there was a reason to live. She was the only one I could turn to. And then … I was scared. I’ve been scared since I walked into that hospital, all the way up until we put him in the ground. But right now I’m not scared. Now I’m only ashamed, empty, wounded. This whole time, I’ve needed her, but I couldn’t have her, couldn’t see past myself to tell her. And now that I understand what I’ve done, it’s too late."
Her anger melted away, and she covered her lips with her fingers, shaking her head as she sank onto the couch. "Wade …"
"I’m sorry, Sophie," I pleaded. "I’m sorry I haven’t been here for you, but I didn’t know how. I’m sorry I hurt you, but I was too hurt to give of myself. I’m sorry I left you over and over again, but I was afraid of what I’d do if I stayed. Please, forgive me."