“You were her family. She had a responsibility to all of you.” “Remind me,” Jamie heard himself say as if from very far away, his voice low and icy and alien. “What exactly do you know about families?” It was a knife that went right between her ribs, a thrust that drew blood. And hadn’t he meant it to? Hadn’t he wanted her to bleed the way he was bleeding? So why, then, did he wish he could take it back?
