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“I know they wanted what was best for you. They were willing to do something they knew was wrong in order to keep you safe.” She paused. “Just like Wells.”
when everyone did something wrong...who can you forgive first?
The fire hadn’t reached the trees, whose flowers stretched out to greet the light, blissfully unaware of—or unconcerned with—the tragedy below. But that was the thing about grief, Bellamy knew. You couldn’t expect anyone else to share your suffering. You had to carry your pain alone.
