He did not turn to look at me, but he slowly nodded. “She wasn’t supposed to be there.” His voice was hoarse and cracked. “No one should have been there. Only you. Only . . . you.” I could see him swallow, his throat moving with difficulty. “Now I am truly damned.” “You expect me to feel pity for you?” I shouted at him. I was afraid of losing all control. “Because you killed her instead of me?”
