Thanks be to Ms. EBT.
"Sophomore year, he only came up once a month. Junior year, it was once a quarter. For senior year, he only came once a semester."
I know this is more for her, to say what she needs to and get it off her chest, so I stay quiet.
"I never spoke to him, not even when it was snowing and freezing and he refused to move from that stupid tent. I felt bad enough that I brought him hot food, but I was just so… pissed at him, at everything. I couldn't– I couldn't even bring myself to talk to him."
She starts crying again.
"But no matter how much I hated him, I hated you more."