”I'm sorry if I couldn’t tell you much about my life before.”
I hugged his arm. ”It’s alright. I understand.”
Titus smiled and held my hand tighter. We had just gotten down from the hill after staying there for a couple of hours. We talked more and shared more about our lives before we met each other.
I told him about my Mom, how she was also gone early; and my Dad, who was nothing but good and loving. He once again apologized for all the consequences his predecessors have caused that damaged lives–for taking away my Dad from me. But I told him it wasn’t his fault.
It was never his fault. And my anger at him when we first met was misplaced.
I also told him more about my life when I lost my Dad. My life with Nathan and the De Lunas, and the life I had when I was taken into the House
