“I know you are,” I replied gruffly, hating the tremor in my hand when I smoothed her hair off her face. “And that’s not true, Liz. Your parents believe you, too.” “Only because they’re my parents,” she whispered, expression falling. “Only because it’s easier to blame him than me.” “Why would they blame you?” “Because I’m me,” she strangled out. “Because I was there and didn’t stop her.”
