“It wasn’t your fault.” I still feel like it was. “If I hadn’t warned her, she wouldn’t have died.” “Then it’s both our faults. But Alex, it’s not like this woman was offering you a kitten and your dad busted in and was like ‘I hate kittens!’ and shot her. She’d stabbed you.” His finger brushes over the scar on my stomach.
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