“No?” Tortured green eyes locked on mine. “You saw her. Saw what he did to her. And I didn’t… I couldn’t—” His words broke off and he dropped his head in his hands. “Fuck it. What’s the point?” “It’s not your fault,” I replied slowly, brow furrowing. “You have to know that.” More silence. “I didn’t mean it,” I tried again. “What I said on the phone. It was my panic talking, lad.”
