“You didn’t do it, you didn’t say it. So, all this guilt isn’t yours to carry. That belongs to a demon that was burned to death.” “I know. It just doesn’t feel that way,” he muttered. I leaned into his side and propped my chin on his shoulder. “I know. But it’s not the truth. Just-” “Trust you,” he finished for me before turning to look down at me. “I do trust you. It’s me that I don’t trust.”
