“Tell me a secret,” Kathryn whispers out of nowhere, stretched across his chest like a lazy cat.
“What kind of secret?” he asks, stroking her hair absentmindedly.
“Just something no one else knows. I feel like we always talk about me.”
“I tried to get my mother away from Trebus. I knew the situation was volatile. I tried to convince her to come visit me. I didn’t invite my father… I was still angry. She wouldn’t come without my father. I think I’ll always wonder whether if I’d been willing to bend … Well they might both still be alive.”