mind flashed back to the real reason for her hatred. The cav

ocking her unconscious. I ended up with my leg crushed under a boulder. The pain was blinding, but I knew I

he doctor said it would never heal properly without expensive surgery I couldn't affo

paid for the best doctors with a flourish of his black credit card.

ntil she saw me as a coward. Later, I found out he' d found my backpack near the cave entrance. Inside were my original compositions, my applic

stered for years, growing into this elaborate, cruel revenge. My chronic pain,

e had for her perceived pain curdled into cold, hard clarity. The love

om her touch. Her fake

at. "I don' t think I' ll

er word, leaving them in a stunned si