““She laughed. She thought it was a joke. It wasn’t. This is what should have happened. We shouldn’t have spent a minute away from each other while we had a chance. Nothing bad would have happened if I told nine-year-old Sparrow that she was mine. No Paddy. No Catalina. No Brock. I would never lay a finger on her mother’s body, let alone hide it in the woods. And now we were going to spend the rest of our lives apart.””
