Jonas sighed. "I'm sorry. I don't know about any of this stuff so I don't understand what you're going through. I just wish you wouldn't be so unhappy. You deserve better."
"Do I though? Do I really? I'm such a screwup that I hurt everyone I care about," Jenna said as she hopelessly buried her face in her hands.
He surged forward to hug her. "That isn't true at all. Everything that happened the past few years has been mostly out of your control. This isn't your fault! You couldn't have done anything different for Bryce so you can't blame yourself for that."
"What about you though? I almost got you killed! I made you give up your life and follow me out here to the middle of nowhere never to go home. However Wesley ended up happening—I still don't know since we were using protection—it's my fault he won't have a dad either.
