It was my fault. I've been thinking it for over a year, and I need to just say it somewhere. It was my fault. I could have told them no. I could have refused to go along with it. I wasn't really comfortable with it. I knew it was cruel. I knew she'd take it badly. But I did it anyway. I did it anyway because they wanted to. They wanted me to. God. Fuck. I didn't know she'd take it so badly she'd get herself killed.
Or not killed. Worse. Fuck.
If I'd just said no... Or if I'd gone after her like I wanted to. Both of them. Maybe none of it ever would have happened.