“I’m sorry, Ziva,” he said, pushing himself up to sit on the edge of the tub. “I hate you had to go through that. You were a child, and somebody should have put your best interests first. I’m sorry that—” “I don’t want your apologies. They mean nothing to me, just like I meant nothing to you. Did you think about me at all while you were out building relationships with her and your daughter? Did you think about me when you were fucking her, Malachi? You just moved on with no regard for me!”
