"It was part of it. But I didn't mean to. And I'm sorry." She finishes. I know it must take a lot for Stella to apologize and I'm truly not angry at her for keeping this to herself or for breaking my nose, no matter how painful it was. I'm sure Stella hadn't even known how to digest it and how to break it to me that my father is dead.
He's dead.
Right when our relationship had gone back to being normal, he dies. I wonder about his girlfriend and if she knows - they were supposed to get married. To have kids. - but I then I think of mom and how they must be together, somehow.
I make it evident that I forgive her by pulling her into a hug. She doesn't hesitate to return it, probably sensing that I need it. Rather she smooths my hair. Stella and Jeremy are not my friends, they are practically my family. So dickhead Tank should understand why sometimes we keep things between ourselves.