“Do you remember the moral?” “That the things you love the most can hurt you the worst.” “Yes. That people can be a Nix to each other. Sometimes without even knowing it.” “What’s your point?” The man with the clipboard had begun walking in their direction. “That’s what I was to you,” she said. “I was your Nix. You loved me most, and I was hurting you. You asked me once why I left you and your father. That’s why.” “And you’re telling me this now?” “I wanted to get it in under the wire.”
