“A sociopath, partly,” he paused, “Which brings me to your father’s end.”
I cringed, "My mom is ill because of me!” Tears welled, spilling down my cheeks.
Bane gathered my chin in his fingers. “You are not responsible for Sara’s illness.” He tilted his head back and let out a frustrating groan. “Look,” his eyes caught mine, “I didn"t want to tell you this, but the infection only enhanced Sara’s flaws. She wasn’t a Samaritan before the affliction. So, don"t beat yourself up for her impropriety.”
“Sara said I ruined her life! At first, I didn"t understand what she meant, but now it makes sense. ”
“Sara may have been affected by the virus but she still had free will. She ruined her own life. I know you loved her but she wasn’t the best person before she met your father,” Aidan continued.
