“I’m not lying,” she said. “I’m sorry. I am truly sorry for what happened to her.” She drew closer to him. He looked so utterly broken, as if he were about to collapse into himself. She placed a tentative hand on his arm, half expecting him to fling her across the room, but his shoulders trembled and he dropped his head onto her shoulder. She pulled him into her arms; he gripped her close and sobbed. “I can’t—I can’t—” he kept saying over and over. Helena didn’t know what to do. She ran her fingers through his hair and just held him. “I can’t—I can’t do this again—” he finally gasped out. “I
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