They had both been children. They had both been victims. All she could do was go back to where she started. “I’m sorry.” “You can’t be sorry for something that you couldn’t control. Don’t you get that?” Leigh shook her head, but part of her desperately wanted to believe what Callie was saying was true. “I want you to hear me,” Callie said. “If this is the guilt you’ve been carrying around for your entire adult life, then set it the fuck down, because it doesn’t belong to you. It belongs to him.”
