“I killed our father.” His lips parted, searching for the lie in her words. Almost as if he hoped for it. “Why?” Saoirse shook off her tears. “Because I watched a father try to kill his son for no other reason than being different. Then I watched a nation rise against a child who’d done no wrong. A brother who, at ten years old, understood the need to protect his sister. And then I let him. Like a coward, I let that child suffer from pain and exile.”
