I finally heard Rachel's judgment of me, realizing how twisted and dark her mind had become over the years.

“Stop crying. Acting like you're the victim here.”

I seemed to lose my ability to speak. I had so much to say but didn't know where to start.

“Drop the high-and-mighty act. You're no saint - you almost slept with Brett at the massage parlor, didn't you?”

Her words hit a raw nerve. Tears blurred my vision until I couldn't see ...