“No, it’s just … Sophs, this is morally wrong. It crosses so many boundaries. I’ve been your guardian since you were a kid. I watched you grow up … I know everything about what he did to you. We could never …” I’m rambling, trying to grasp at the bricks she is piling up between us and push them aside, make her see sense, while still letting this sink in and the huge obstacle this could be. I’m trying to convince myself too, but it’s stupid.

I know how I feel, ...