“I’m sorry, Jolie, I’m so sorry for whatever it is he did.”
He held me for a moment, and I allowed only that.
“I’m so sorry.” My face pulled back, turning from him and creating a distance that he allowed.
« You should have controlled him.”
« We don’t know how. I’m sorry.”
He looked sorry. . . but words were just words. Actions always spoke louder. “Stop saying that!” I was loud, erupting in anger. “You’re twisted. Your whole family is twisted.”