I see his face again, the startled sadness in his expression, the heavy swallow in his throat. A glance into his eyes is enough to see that what gave me a sense of superiority in my blind rage four weeks ago now appears in a new light.
That was the moment when his trust in me, which he had difficulty rebuilding after the story about his parents, was shattered—perhaps irreparably.
Lil steps up beside me. "Call him, find out."
"Even if he listens to me, he won't believe me," I say, wiping away the tears from my cheeks with both hands.
If I want to reach Kjell, it will take more than just words, that much is certain. But how could I prove to him that I finally understand what he did for me?
My temples ache as I think so hard.
What did he always want for me?
That I face the truth.
That I stop running away.
And that I become who I am.
Wait a minute. I could... no, that would be crazy... but what if I... A thought becomes clearer and clearer in my mind. It's insane. Utterly absurd. Almost paradoxical.
But somehow, it's right.
With bated breath, I turn to Lil. "What if I give him a story?" I ask, and not a second after the words leave my mouth, I know it's exactly what I'll do.
He should get my story—the whole story. But first, it needs to be finished.
