“You need to trust me, Beatrice,” he says, chin wobbling. “After you helped her torture me? After you let her almost kill me?” “I didn’t help her tort—” “You certainly didn’t stop her! You were right there, and you just watched—” “What could I have done? What—” “You could have tried, you coward!” I scream so loud my face gets hot and tears jump into my eyes. “Tried, and failed, because you love me!”
