He took both her hands in his, bent down to her with his short-sighted eyes. “Sorry for what, Megatron?” Tears almost came to her eyes at the gentle use of the old nickname. “I wanted you to do it all for me. I wanted everything to be all easy and simple. . . . So I tried to pretend that it was all your fault . . . because I was scared, and I didn’t want to have to do anything myself—” “But I wanted to do it for you,” Mr. Murry said. “That’s what every parent wants.” He looked into her dark, frightened eyes. “I won’t let you go, Meg. I am going.” “No.” Mrs Whatsit’s voice was sterner than Meg
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