5.0
I tangle my fingers in my hair as I stare down at the tracks in the shipping yard. Of course I hate Lane. Of course what she’s done to me and what she’s doing hurts me. But that’s not why I hate her. I hate her because she knows. She knows.
It’s never been her fault for Trevor’s death. She was there – she saw what happened. If we went down the list, there was something everyone could have done that could have changed the outcome. But at the bottom of the list is me, because like Lane knows, it was never her fault that Trevor died.
It was mine.
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Teen FictionOne bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4
