“That’s not your fault.” I turned to look at him. “Is it not? I keep this. Sometimes I want things to be how they were.” “That’s because it was all you knew, Crow. And then you were thrust into a world you didn’t understand. You want to go back because you had your mom. There are times I wish I could go back too. My mom was in pain every day. She hated herself. She would pass out in her own vomit. But I would go back because I had her. Being alive is so complicated. Feelings are complicated. That doesn’t mean you’re a bad person.” And I guessed that meant I wasn’t a bad person either.
