In reality, he had been one of the first people who convinced me that I was ugly.
“When I saw you in that café years later, I recognized you immediately,” he continued. “At first, I approached you because I wanted to apologize. But I was afraid. Then I fell in love with you. I wanted to tell you every day, but the happier you became, the more terrified I was of losing you.”
“You wouldn’t have lost me because of the truth,” I said. “You lost me because of the lie.”
Michael dropped to his knees.
“Please. I’ll do anything.”
I reached into the pocket of my jacket and pulled out my phone.
The moment I noticed the missing mirrors, I had known something was wrong. I had turned on the voice recorder while I was still standing in the hallway.
Michael and my mother both went pale.
