“When the fog cleared enough for me to realize how I must have made you feel, you were already gone. Your dad wouldn’t tell me how to get ahold of you.” “I thought you blamed me,” I whisper. “I blamed me.” Alima shakes her head, her expression solemn. “I could never blame you, Mara. I could never blame someone Cat loved so much. You were like a daughter to me. You still are.”
