"Why are you drudging this up, Bly...?" He asked gently.
"Does it bother you to talk about it?" I asked. "Do you feel ashamed? Embarrassed? Because it's just memories for me."
Evander gave me a pained look, and I let all my emotions show on my face. My rage, my heartbreak, my sorrow. Blatant. Raw. All for him to see.
"Yeah," he finally replied, swallowing hard. "I feel fu.cking ashamed. More than ever. I should have done better by you."
"You should have done better for everyone," I said. He nodded in agreement, looking guilty. "Now you have to fix it."
"Bly, there ain't much I can do..." he replied.
"We'll figure it out," I told him.
"You saying you're gonna help me fix all this? That ain't fair-"
"No," I interrupted him. "Not help you. I'm going to make sure you know exactly what
