"The police have her in custody. There’s enough evidence this time. She won’t be able to hurt anyone else. I promise."
"And you?" she asks with more strength—"What’s going to happen to you?"
I pull back slightly to look into her eyes. It’s incredible how much she looks like her mother. The same way she raises her eyebrows when she doubts, the same gesture of pressing her lips together to keep from crying. It’s so hard not to break down in front of her.
"Whatever has to happen. If I have to pay for what I did, I will. I don’t want to run away. I just want to make it right, even if just a little. Starting with you."
She stays thoughtful. Her eyes, still damp with tears, stare at a fixed point as if she’s processing everything at once. Then, very slowly, she nods. She doesn’t say she forg
