Go Tell the Bees that I Am Gone (Outlander, #9)

by Diana Gabaldon

“Your mother loves you. You don’t need to be af—” “No, she doesn’t!” he burst out, and curled up tight, trying to contain the hurt. “She doesn’t, she can’t…I—I killed Henri-Christian. She c-can’t…can’t even look at me!”

oh my god 😭😭😭😭