Angela crossed over to the bed, settling down across from him as she worked to gather her thoughts. She couldn't try and edit it for what he wouldn't want to hear. There were too many things that blended into one another. To begin with, she should just got out what she needed to, what had been running in her mind on an endless loop since she had gotten the word that Nathan had been brought into the hospital and found out later that Peter was missing.
"It's my fault," Angela said, looking up at Nathan with a soft gaze. "I nearly lost everything that mattered the most to me, and deep down, no matter how hard I tried to deny it, I knew it was my fault."
Angela paused, looking down at her hands, knotting and kneading her fingers together out of nerves before exhaling and continuing, "There were so many what if, so many things that I should have done differently, so many things that I could have changed, and so much that I would have changed if I had had any idea..." Angela shook that off with a heavy sigh. "But I didn't. I let Daniel take control of the situation, play his goddamn chess game like he always did. And we all paid the price for it."
Angela paused as she lifted her eye back up at him, "I blamed you when I thought Peter was dead because it was easier than blaming myself." And she'd already been mad at him for what he was doing to himself because of it. That anger had come out in unhealthy ways...like it always did with them.