Maybe I could become someone deserving of being with her, because the current version of me sure as hell wasn’t. And if I couldn’t beat this thing that had crept up on me and sunk its claws in me, then at least I wasn’t going to drag her down with me. Because I loved Aoife Molloy enough to force her hand with a get-out-of-jail card, even if it almost killed me to do it. I would not turn her into another Sam. Or worse, my mam. I would rather cut my bollocks off and join the priesthood before I let that happen.
