"No, Tino, it's not your fault. It's never your fault, is it? It's his fault for getting angry. It's my fault for telling him in the first place. In fact, it's my fault for wanting to marry someone like you."
She rose out of her chair and looked over at him. "I think I need to go to my mom's for the weekend," she muttered. "I want to bring the boys. They haven't seen them in a while."