I don’t know what possessed me to post that note through Marlene’s door.
I should just have let her think I was a f*****g spy - it was less dangerous than her knowing the truth about me, and when she attributed everything about me to that, it was like I had just been given the perfect excuse.
Everything that she was searching for answers about made sense and she understood that I wasn’t leaving her because I wanted to - she knew it just wasn't possible for us to be together.
And yet… I couldn’t let her think that about me.
I knew my brother wasn’t going to honor his word - if he hadn’t already told our father the truth about me, he was going to soon enough, and I would probably be killed for it.
Hiding the truth was not going to benefit me or keep me safe and letting her know the tru
