Thanks be to Ms. EBT.
I flinch.
It's as if she's slapped me.
I know this. I know all of this, but it still hurts to hear her say it out loud.
"I hated you so much," she sobs. "I spent years hating you, and– and…"
Her entire body is shaking.
"Do you know what it's like to really hate someone?"
She turns to look at me.
"Every time I saw that tent, I hated you even more. I hated you with everything I had to the point that it consumed me."
I can't take her looking at me anymore and stare at my shoes.
"And that's not even the worst part about it."