“I’m done with that place. What I carry with me now...I think it’s a scar, a punishment for what I did right before I left.” “What did you do?” I looked down at Jess’s gravestone. “I hurt someone. Badly.” “Did they deserve it?” “I don’t know,” I said distantly, “but I had to do it in order to save you. To get you out of there. To get some answers.”
