That’s what Jensen had called it. The only question was how much longer I could pretend this wouldn’t change every single decision I made in my life. It upset me considering that he was going to be around whether I wanted him to or not. How I’d gotten to this point was infuriating. Just when I thought life was giving me a break, I’d been thrown another loop. I think what made this all so hard was who Jensen was and what he represented to me. I didn’t look at him and immediately see death. It wasn’t anything like that at all. When I looked at him I saw someone who would always know the reason for my pain. He knew my weakness, because in some ways he’d lived through them. I wanted to run as fast and far as my legs would take me, but what good would it do? He’d tracked me down in Alaska. He’d come across the country to apologize for something that wasn’t even his fault. As much as I kept telling myself he was a liar, that he was someone who couldn’t be trusted, I knew it wasn’t true.
