“You broke my heart when you persecuted me, Father. When you believed the lies told to you by others, especially her, when you allowed yourself to be deceived by your own self-righteousness and wisdom. She was subtle, wasn’t she?” Sera shook her head, remembering the time she’d spent as Lady Corinne’s ward. “She twisted you. But you let her. You . . . gave in to your darker impulses. In your mind, I’m sure you did the best you could. I don’t know what kind of life you led before I was born. I wasn’t there to see it.
