"It isn't your fault," Fred sighed annoyed with herself for making her friend feel bad. She closed her eyes for a moment as she had a mental battle with herself on whether or not to confide in him. He had known about her being trained to be a hunter and hadn't told anyone, so obviously he was trustworthy. Plus he was actually trying, which also was a little odd. He was a great deal different now than he had been when she left.
"Fine," she said aloud as she came to the decision to talk finally. "Caitlin's dead because I was too weak to kill the mother fucker who turned me," she said before her throat closed up. It was the first time she had said it out loud to anyone. Mr. Farrowe knew about it, but she had never said it out loud until now. "The same person who turned me, starved me, and then set me loose on my own mother." Her voice was no more than a horse whisper as she spoke now, and tears were now quite visible as they ran down her cheeks.