“I’m not defending myself. I’m a dick. I know this, but I love you and I’m sick of all the shit. I knew you’d find out sooner or later anyway, especially with this dreadful trip with my father’s family.” “So you told me because you knew I’d find out?” “Yeah.” I pull my head back a little and look at him. “You would have kept it from me and still tried to force me to go to England with you out of pity?” “Basically…” What the hell am I supposed to say to that?
Murder is still an option
