Jolie POV

"He was still my father." The words feel hollow. "Doesn't that matter?"

"Not as much as your survival." He pulls me close. "You chose yourself over his life. That's not wrong. That's self-preservation."

"It feels wrong." I lean against him. "It feels like I should grieve or feel guilty or something other than this hollow relief."

"Then feel hollow relief." He kisses the top of my head. "Feel whatever you actually feel instead of what you think you should feel. That's the difference ...