I don’t care. I fucking hate your father.
[Damn it. Aubrey’s terrible at holding back like this. It’s the admission of fear, the bit-back sob—]
For doing that to you. [Hasty, but—] Maybe you wouldn’t have, if he— I don’t know. I don’t know.
[She tries to stare him dead in the eye.] You were a child.
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I don’t care. I fucking hate your father.
[Damn it. Aubrey’s terrible at holding back like this. It’s the admission of fear, the bit-back sob—]
For doing that to you. [Hasty, but—] Maybe you wouldn’t have, if he— I don’t know. I don’t know.
[She tries to stare him dead in the eye.] You were a child.