“He loves you,” Morgan said, stubbornly. “I don’t see how or why, after what you did. After what your brother did…” Morgan’s words caught in her throat, as she shuffled on her feet and blinked away tears. “You’re nothing like my sister, you know?” Morgan’s tears were falling now, but she rubbed them away with her palms, sniffling. “He was so in love with her and we lost her that day…at the park…there were so many gun shots…my sister bled out in his arms…”
