And over a week ago my best friend was forced to hold a gun to my head. And that made him kill himself, because he couldn't stand to kill me. It would no more have killed me than that car did this morning. He could have shot me point blank, gotten to Amaris in the confusion, and we would have all been alive. And now he's lost. We didn't know, and my best friend paid the price. The pain he felt? The Pull? The fact that he was so painfully thin in his last month of life that he was no more than a skeleton? It's Rolf's fault. He gave me back what I had given away and it took Thomas' protection from him.
I am so angry right now... I haven't felt this way in a very long time. Since Katherine took my child from me. Goddammit.