Chapter 5
All these years, Nathan had always spoiled me.
I loved eating street food. Nathan had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, his stomach too delicate for greasy takeout, yet
he would still eat it with me.
Afterward, he would always end up in the ER needing an IV drip.
After I had gotten sick, Nathan had claimed he would take my pain if he could.
He had stayed up night after night by my side, holding me the moment my body was wracked with pain, bringing me water, never
leaving me alone.
He had even tried to smooth things over between me and Mom. He had often sent gifts in my name to both her and Trinity,
hoping to win Mom over so she would care about me just a little more.
Nathan had been so good to me.
So, how had things changed?
Nathan and Trinity’s messages went on forever. I scrolled for what felt like hours and still couldn’t reach the end.
So, I decided to start from the very first text.
After reading it all, everything became clear–Nathan had mistaken the emerald pendant for proof that Trinity was the one who
had saved his life.
Trinity had never corrected him. Instead, she had told him that when she was seven, she had risked her life to jump into a river
and rescue an older boy, who had given her that pendant as a thank–you.
That older boy had been Nathan.
Nathan thought he had reunited with his long–lost savior, and he had never once told me.
If he had, I would have told him the truth.
I was the one who had saved him that day. Trinity had been the one who pushed him in.
Nathan had been tricked.
I had to tell him!
I tried calling him over and over, but I couldn’t get through. I had no choice but to sit by the phone and wait.
I waited.
