For some reason—the one that he refused to acknowledge—that incident started to feel like a thorn sticking out of his flesh. The only way to get rid of it was to pluck her out. If only plucking out memory were that easy…
“There’s nothing for you to feel guilty about,” he said, hoping to make her feel a tad better. “You weren’t the one calling the shots. I was. And I take full responsibility for my actions.”
“That’s not enough,” she mumbled, turning her head to look to the other side of the room. “We need to right this wrong. We need to bring her back.”
Now, that was going too far. “Are you crazy?” Could she even hear herself? Why would he want to go back to that den of that monster? “There’s no coming back from that place.”
“But I did,” snapping her head to face him, she disagreed.
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