Julian wanted to keep Catherine.
My father wanted to erase Catherine.
I stand in the middle.
With their memory and my own life.
I’m no longer just the girl who married to save her father.
I am the archive of truth.
The living hard drive of a love, a crime and a deal that should never have been signed.
And as I walk down the hallways of the house, I feel the rain outside slamming the windows.
I once believed it was raining for us.
Now I know:
The rain doesn’t cry.
We are the ones who need to cry the truth.
And my biggest release was a little blue pill, which I refused to drink.
