It was the truth. Too much had happened since learning about the tartan for her to understand what she wanted or what she felt. At times, she wanted nothing more than to march down to Malcolm’s room and rail at him for using her so ill. At other times, she saw the shaky signature of the young boy who had killed his father in an attempt to protect his mother, and she wanted only to wrap him in her arms for all he had gone through.
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