SERA

He stood ten feet away and I told him everything.

Not gently. Not strategically. Not the way I'd planned during the run to the ridge, the careful, measured disclosure that would soften the blows and give him time to process each revelation before the next one landed. That plan evaporated the second I saw his face in the moonlight, wrecked and terrified, and I realized that he didn't deserve careful. He deserved the truth, the whole thing, delivered fast enough that the momentum would carry ...