That was about as clear as I could make it. I hitprint.
Then I just had one more thing to do.
*
I pushed open the door to Bonnie’s office, expecting just her, but Gerald was in there, too. They sprang apart, looking at me uncomfortably.
Had they been talking about myletter?
Of course they had. Everyone who needed to know almost certainly did by now.
But the only person whose opinion I cared about was Liam’s, and I knew he’d never forgive me. Not after everything I’d done.
“I’ll just—” Gerald nodded toward the door and adjusted his collar.
“Thank you, Gerald, we’ll… catch up later,” Bonnie said.
He left, and I pushed the paper toward her. She stayed standing, one hand braced on the edge of her desk, reading, her cheeks turning slowly pink. She turned the page over, then laid it on the desk between us.
“This materially changes how the earlier statement reads,” she said, a crease forming between her brows.
“I want the record to be accurate,” I said.
“You’re aware it removes a degree of protection for you?”
“Yes.”
Of course I was—I’d stayed up all night thinking about it. What I’d done, how everything had seemed so black and white when we’d drafted the damn thing, and how wrong I’d been.
Was that how Liam felt about his choices for Novexia?Did it still seem clear to him that his way was the only way, that he was right, and that harm on your front doorstep didn’t matter if the cause was noble enough?
But those were his choices to make, not mine.
I’d made the wrong one before. The damage I’d caused with the letter was unintentional, but that didn’t excuse it.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll log this today.”
She looked at me like she expected me to leave. “Anything else?”
I reached into my bag and took out the second document.
She glanced at the first line, then looked back at me.
“Are you sure?”
“I am,” I said.
She nodded, then stacked the papers and slid them into the folder.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll take care of it.”
I turned to go, my hand on the door.
“And Andrea?” she said.
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
