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I pull up the email.
From: SkatrGirlPen
To: WinTheDay067
Win,
The guy who ruined my life in college is back. He now plays for the team I work for and I swear he turns up everywhere.
I wish I could turn the other cheek and let the past be the past, but you know what he did. How can I ever forgive him?
Shit.
This is the part that makes me feel guilty, and I almost forgot about it.
She trusted Win even after “he” left her without any good reason, and now I’m using that trust that I don’t deserve to manipulate her. Maybe even as far as convincing her to forgive the real me.
I can’t do it, though.
She has to decide to forgive me, and the real me has to give her a good enough reason to do it.
It has to be her idea if I want her free and clear.
From: WinTheDay067
To: SkatrGirlPen
Pen,
I’m sorry he hurt you. I wish there was something I could do to take that pain away from you, but you shouldn’t feel wrong for your feelings toward him. What he did to you was inexcusable. If you ever need validation for how you feel about how he treated you, I’m here to offer it.
We continue walking as I lag behind the guys. We cross two crossing walks and we’re inching closer to the bar.
I see Oakley’s illuminated sign; it looks like the low-key sports bar that the guys have been telling me about. On the opposite side, a small tattoo parlor sits with the open sign still on.
It seems like a good business decision to set up shop as a tattoo artist next to a busy bar—or, at least, it wouldn’t hurt business anyway.
I pass by a red Mercedes crossover with someone in the driver's side. The light of their phone illuminated.
I unconsciously look over as we pass by and notice that it’s Penelope parked in her car, typing on her phone.
The idea that she and I are less than eight feet from one another as she opens up to me is a reminder of how dangerous this is for me if she finds out that I’m both men and that I’ve been lying to her this whole time.
From: SkatrGirlPen
To: WinTheDay067
Did you mean what you said in your email last week?
That I was the only one?
The second I read it, I hang my head.
I need to be honest going forward. It’s the only way I might survive this.
With a new instant message application added to the email server that wasn’t there when she started ‘tutoring’ me, I decide to test my luck.
Seven pulls the door open and walks into the bar, Reeve following behind. I keep the door open and check back to see if Penelope has exited her car yet. I don’t like the idea of her being out here at night by herself.
