Jill and I are cool now. I really admire the work she’s doing to help camp people integrate with society, and she’s generally just a nice person. We hang out whenever she ends up in Baltimore, so about every other month.
My relationship with Benjamin is simply, I’ve made my peace with the fact that he’s in my life, but you can’t make me love it. He and I will never be friends. I don’t hate him. I don’t wish him harm. I’m even happy that he’s married and stuff.
But the man tried to murder me. Period. No amount of do-gooding after that changes the past. We say hello from across the room when we are together and then don’t talk to each other.