Chapter 34

“Guilty. Because of Gilda, because of Mack. Apparently, he’d been in the area for a few months. Not in the house he kept me in, but in a shack that was on the edge of the property. He had…all this stuff from Portland. Pictures of me. Letters from his brother. He was right when he said I hadn’t even noticed.” He swallowed. The food had suddenly lost its taste. “He was right about a lot of shit, unfortunately.”

“No, he wasn’t,” Jeremy countered softly. “I guess in a way, I could understand why he was hurt. He probably didn’t care why you did it, just that, in his mind, you betrayed his confidence. But you didn’t. And you shouldn’t carry that weight. He was a disturbed young man. He lived in his own delusions. You’re not responsible for the way he responded to those delusions.”