“I can save you.” The words make my skin scrawl. “Your father loved you, Maven. You didn’t see it, but he did.” “A lie.” “He loved you, and you killed him!” The words come faster, spilling like blood from a vein. “Your brother loved you, and you made him a murderer. I—I loved you. I trusted you. I needed you. And now I’m going to die for it.”
