The bitter memories brought a fresh flood of tears to her eyes. She sat, wracked by silent convulsive sobs, reliving the painful exploration of her darkest days. She had had so much going for her, and so many things that she wanted to achieve, and had been brought so low in one, really it was just one, black stroke of fate. All the other stuff, even her convoluted dependency on Simon, all of that was just a complex emotional response to the first.
She felt the old anger burn in her core, the resentment that such a mindless act of brutality and selfish disdain could cause such havoc in a life. Her life. Yet part of her felt a contemptuous pity for the guy that triggered it all with his vile act. And she felt sorry for her young, helpless, idealistic self. It was time to rise above it and find some peace. But her scars were still tender, despite all that.
Those were tough times but she got through them and she’d thought it was all behind her. While she was glad she’d called Rose in October to ask her advice when all of this began, she knew that meant there was nothing she could hide now. Nor did she want to. Honesty and integrity meant everything to Kate.
If she valued her self-respect, her professional reputation, her peace of mind, her very way of life, the only way through this was straight through the gauntlet. She would tell the truth, take the consequences and piece it all back together on the other side. Even if that meant she had to face humiliation. She was certain hers wasn’t such a terrible transgression that she would lose her license. Even if it meant she had to walk away from Simon. There was no other way.
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