"Sara and I..." He sighed softly. "You're right. Coming to your family dinner wasn't a great idea, Laurel. But not everything that happened to you was her fault. Blame me, too." He certainly deserved it.
"I'm not the messed up kid I was, Laurel. I pulled myself together. And you made it very clear before that night that you didn't think you had a problem and didn't want any help. Least of all from me. So forgive me if I can't stand there and watch you destroy yourself."