“I never found my mother,” he tells me quietly. “I did search for her, but I didn’t search for long. You know why?” There’s a foreboding feeling replacing the electricity crackling in the air. “Why?” I ask, though I don’t think I want to know. “Because she let her sadness transform her into a miserable human being, capable of hurting others just to save herself. She wasn’t worthy of my forgiveness.”
