She closed her eyes and rest her head to the wall.
Jamie had said that he didn’t want her forgiveness, but his little speech was screaming for that. Maybe, in time, she could be able to look at him and think of good times. His smile when he hold Sean for first (and last) time in his hands. They would never be a family not with the way a family should be. But he loved their baby and she couldn’t deny that.
He wasn’t her uncle; if Jamie knew that he could do that then he would had gone to the other side of the world to prevent that. And she couldn’t hold him responsible for something he had no knowledge about. Still, it was small comfort.
“Alright, ye said wh’t ye want t’ say,” she said, her voice flat and empty of life. “Now le’ve me alone.”