Who knows? I don’t think I ever will. I don’t think I will ever find the ability to forgive him for it either, even if it was all in the fate’s crazy masterplan.
Maybe I’m trying to find a reason to justify all of this because I was always taught that the fates are never wrong. They always have a purpose for everything they do, even if we can’t see it. Even leaving lonely little girls as unseen shadows in homes for unwanteds, and then showing her a light of hope before crushing it in her face and throwing it far away.