[ It isn’t really Luther’s fault — the Sparrows’ Reginald had been brutally upfront about how and why he never adopted the same children this time around — and yet Luther feels the sting regardless. The instinctive urge to blame himself and pile all the responsibility on his own shoulders, for better and worse.
Because he had convinced Allison to uproot her life. He had convinced her to leave a marriage and come here instead. He had practically promised her Claire, had promised that it was worth a shot, that it was worth the hope, that they could fix things. He had led her right into having this hope smashed out of her.
Can he really blame her for having at least tried? For having thought, for one fleeting night, that she could actually have her daughter back? She hadn’t pried open that box in so long, had shut it all away and compartmentalised it throughout Dallas, and now that she’d dared to open it… ]
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I wanted…
I really hoped we’d have gotten it right, this time.
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Because he had convinced Allison to uproot her life. He had convinced her to leave a marriage and come here instead. He had practically promised her Claire, had promised that it was worth a shot, that it was worth the hope, that they could fix things. He had led her right into having this hope smashed out of her.
Can he really blame her for having at least tried? For having thought, for one fleeting night, that she could actually have her daughter back? She hadn’t pried open that box in so long, had shut it all away and compartmentalised it throughout Dallas, and now that she’d dared to open it… ]
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I wanted…
I really hoped we’d have gotten it right, this time.