I’m not proud of what I am. I know it’s a sickness, this attraction to young girls, but it’s a disease I have no control over. Like your disease. We are what we are and—” “You have control,” I interrupted him. I wasn’t prepared to let him paint himself as the victim. “You chose to take my mother out of her garden when she was a child, you chose to kidnap Lindy from the lake, and worse than that, you pretended that you were doing it for me.”
Oh please Conor! You ain't getting any sympathy.
