“A mistake that would never have happened if he thought first and acted later.”
“He was probably just trying to protect you.”
She’s right, but not for the reasons she thinks she is. I go quiet for a moment as the implications of why he was trying to protect me sink in: he thought I'd mutilated my own wife. He thought he was burning evidence.
Jessa exhales quietly and her hand tightens across my chest. “At least you know you have a brother who’s willing to do anything for you,” she suggests.
“It shows how little he knows me that he thinks I’d ever do something that savage. Even to her.”
“No one can know a person wholly like that,” she says. “You should cut him some slack.” I look away, but Jessa scoots closer to me. A moment later, I feel her hand against my jaw. “Not everyone can be a
