Jonas heard the words she did not give voice to. I love him. I love him and will not leave. I love him and will doom you and your brother to this misery. This was love. It made a person selfish. It enthralled them. Made them walk to their own doom. He looked at his mother, his chest burning with hatred. Love was nothing but a weapon to be used against you. It was safer to be alone. Jonas’s heart hardened, and he made a silent vow to himself: This will never be you.
