What does it even matter what he wants? I thought — all this time, I thought he cared about me, thought he genuinely mourned my father’s death, thought he—

[ His voice wobbled dangerously. ]

I asked him if he would have killed me, too, if I had been the one in the way, and he said no and I don’t— I don’t even believe him—

[ Ah. There it was. The tears that had been brimming his eyes started to slip down his face. ]

I don’t — I don’t understand —