As Paul spoke of her father, Cassandra lost it. Tears poured down her face and she sobbed. "He doesn't want me to be happy," she choked out. "I-I-I-I killed her. He hates me for it." Cassandra took a deep breath, she needed to calm down. "Did I ever tell you I had a brother? He hates me too. But when... when I do things, like that blue dress, he smiles at me." Cass turned and buried her face into Paul's chest. Her hands grasped at the material, but nothing would make her feel better right now. She's just admitted her darkest secret, a secret she believed with her entire heart. She killed her mother, it was Cassandra's fault she was dead. She'd heard it so many times, that she'd forgotten giving birth was a dangerous process. Besides, everyone else had their mothers. If she'd just been a better daughter, her mother might still be here.