would do things like buy her flowers or take us out to a nice dinner.
Sometimes he would buy me stuff because he knew I hated it when they
fought. When I was a kid, I found myself looking forward to the nights
they would fight. Because I knew if he hit her, the two weeks that followed
would be great.” I pause. I’m not sure I’ve ever admitted that to myself.
“Of course if I could, I would have made it to where he never touched her.
But the abuse was inevitable with their marriage, and it became our norm.
When I got older, I realized that not doing something about it made me
just as guilty. I spent most of my life hating him for being such a bad
person, but I’m not so sure I’m much better. Maybe we’re both bad
people.”
Ryle looks over at me with a thoughtful expression. “Lily,” he says
pointedly. “There is no such thing as
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