You know that old cliché... "You can choose your friends, but you can't choose your family." My brother and I learned that lesson early. Absentee parents, too self-absorbed to notice a fox in the henhouse. Nobody to show us what healthy caretaking should look like. Forty was a child. She was a rapist. I stopped her. I protected Forty because I had to. Because nobody else was. Better they thought it was him. Forty was blacked out, a victim. They'd cover it up, coddle him like always. I could stay close, protect him. But families don't heal from something like that. So I began to fantasize about a new one. If we were ever lucky enough to have it. When James died, I wondered if the family I had was the only one I deserved. And then I saw you. I knew right away, in my gut, I recognized something in you. And, hey, smart, sexy, funny, a little darkness that made you less storybook, more real. When you pulled away, I told myself, "I can fix him." For a while, it was working. I showed you how to heal. Oh, you were stronger than I knew. I showed you what I wanted by showing you what I didn't want. When you stood by me, united, I knew together we could be better than the family I was born into. Maybe I got a little obsessed. Maybe I used my parents' means to do a little digging after Candace left. They owed me that much. I devoured your dead ex's book, front to back. All the articles, all the think pieces, reading between the lines. And I realized, Guinevere Beck was unspecial and mediocre. She didn't deserve you. And then, I found the real you, Joe. You were even smarter, more passionate, more devoted than I'd known. You're crafty...and earthy. And it must be said, you bring out genius. Don't think Beck could've written that in a million years without your push. Yeah, you did some terrible things, but that's what sensitive people do when they're trapped in a bad relationship. I tried to coax the real you out. If you could trust me, show me your heart, even the darkest parts, then we'd be starting our future together on the right foot. But then, Delilah. She found out who you were and recoiled. You lost faith. You were gonna give up on us. Our little family in the making. So I followed you. I dealt with Delilah the same
way I dealt with the au pair. I'm protecting you because I want to, Joe. You didn't break me. You opened your heart to me. We're soulmates, Joe.
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