“How do I know if my mother was fated to die?” That is what you’re thinking about right now? It was what he wanted to ask because he’d much rather know that she was thinking about him and how he’d just fucked her utterly and completely mindless. Except that, apparently, he hadn’t. He’d have to try again. Except he knew why she was asking this question. She was trying to find a way through the guilt, to lessen the blame. He lifted his head and met her gaze. “Do you think knowing will make accepting your role in her death easier?” Her breaths grew heavier, and he knew she was about to cry. He
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