But he lets me continue.
“This is mine, Kent,” I say softly, dropping my hand. “If I let you take the blame…you also take from me my conviction that all of these were my choices, that these were things that I did. From the beginning, you told me I was a pawn in this game – and I know my father felt the same –“
I see guilt flash across Kent’s face as he remembers the way he explained my place in this world by demonstrating to me that I was a mere penny to be moved around the table by men more powerful than me.
“But none of this, Kent,” I say softly, “none of my actions these past two months have been the natural result of a bigger player’s move. It was me, choosing to step in, to play my own cards. If you try to take the guilt from me…”
He nods, understanding. “It would be me, in my wa
