I shouldn't be brooding. It was ridiculous to be brooding, and yet I was. Maya had been kind. Honest. There was nothing about her that made me want to hate her, and that—more than anything—stung the most.
Because I wanted to.
I wanted to resent her. To blame her. To wish her away so I could keep being furious about Tyler and everything he’d done. I wanted more people to blame for this whole situation, and yet I couldn't. It would have been nice if she had been involved, if she'd known this entire time. But she was right. I couldn’t hate her, couldn't blame her. She was thoughtful and decent and heartbreakingly honest, and she was hurting too.
And somewhere, deep down, I hated that he had found someone good.
He didn’t deserve her. You deserve someone like Vivian.
I sank onto the bench
