Ah, Christ….
And just like that, I am flipped back in time…. “You wanted them? Or you’d fallen in love with them?”
“Yes.”
“Both of them?”
Her eyes narrow. “Yes, in different ways.”
Will she answer?
“You didn’t choose between them? They didn’t try to make you choose?”
And to my surprise, where I expected anger, she looks indignant. “Choose? Why would I choose? I love them both. They both love me. They get on together. Why should I choose?”
Blondie watches all this, his eyes following between us. Now he interrupts. “That’s what happened, isn’t it? With you and Conners. You both fell in love with Charlotte’s mother, and you made her choose between you. She chose Conners. And you murdered him for it and took revenge on her.”
It wells up, sour as vomit, the past surging over me. The me
