“It wasn’t my fault,” I whisper. This changes everything. I take a deep breath, trying to process what is happening. “I spent so long wondering how I could have got everything so wrong. If Isabel was guilty, why did I have such a connection with her? Why did I like her? How could I have come to care about a person who could murder another human being for fun? I know this doesn’t make everything right, but it means I wasn’t completely crazy. Doesn’t it?” “I don’t know what it means,” Seb replies. “But if you’re safer than you were yesterday, that’s a good result in my mind.”
