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threaten. “He just kept lying to me. Everything was a lie wasn’t it?”
    “He loved you, that wasn’t a lie. He wanted you, and he wanted to make you happy. He wanted to give you a great life. None of that was a lie.”
    “But he killed himself in the process. Did he really think so little of me that he believed I would rather have this stupid house instead of a simple apartment? I didn’t care. As long as we were together, I didn’t care. It could have been a shack, it could have been anything,” I say in my defense, wondering if he’s judged me all these years, thought that maybe I pushed him for more than I had.
    “It wasn’t about you. He had a problem that had nothing to do with you. This was about him and about what he wanted, and what he thought he needed. In his mind he had to have it—he wanted it all, and he couldn’t see the bigger picture. He didn’t realize the price he was paying until it was too late. Don’t blame yourself for that. You had nothing to do with it.”
    I think back to all the times Tyler would act strange or moody out of nowhere, and I imagine those were the times he had lost a bet. I remember him taking phone calls at all hours, sometimes getting out of bed in the middle of the night and going to another room to talk…
    “He’d take phone calls all the time and tell me it was you. It wasn’t you was it?”
    “No, probably not.”
    “What about when he’d leave and tell me he was meeting you, or bailing you out of some problem, picking you up, giving you rides.”
    “No Everly.” He gives me a sad smile. “He wasn’t with me. I guess it was easier for him to use me as an excuse than to tell you the truth.”
    “God I was so stupid, it was all right in front of my face and I didn’t see it. I just believed every fucking lie he fed me. Every single one.”
    “You were in love.”
    “Yes. I was in love. I was also in denial,” I say before taking another healthy sip of wine. “Who else knew?”
    “His father, me, that’s it I think. Ty wasn’t big on sharing.”
    “Clearly not.” I throw out one of my arms in disgust. “Not even with me.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “I have a lot to process, there’s so much for me to take in, and I’m grateful that you came here to tell me. I don’t want to be rude to you, especially not now… but would you mind going? I want to be alone.”
    “Are you sure? I can stay, talk some more, listen…whatever I just don’t know if you should be alone.”
    I shrug my shoulders. “I’ve been alone for four years, it’s what I do. I need it.”
    “Of course.” He gets up and looks down at me, and I can see the struggle playing behind his eyes. He doesn’t want to leave, doesn’t think I should be left alone, but he knows it’s my choice and he has to respect it. “Call me if you need anything,” he calls before showing himself out.
    I put my wine glass down, settle into the cushions of my couch, and let the words sink into my head. The story of Tyler’s death and how it really came to pass. I know it’s true, every word Luca spoke was true. I know it is as surely as I know my own name, only now I don’t know what to do with it. How do I move forward with what I know—will I be just as stuck now as I have been for the past four years? I give up on trying to find the answers tonight, choosing instead to close my eyes and allow sleep to come and take me away. Strangely enough never once shedding a tear.
     
    ~Luca~
    It’s been three days since I handed Everly the truth about what went down with Ty. Three days since I destroyed everything she thought to be true about her fucked-up life. I haven’t seen or heard from her since. I’ve no clue if she’s dealing with the news I’ve given her or just doing what she’s been proven to do in the past, which is retreat. She called out sick from work yesterday and today—not surprising. I could imagine if I’d been given news like that I probably wouldn’t want to get out