She could come to terms with her own death, but why should others?
"He has to die for my heart to be at ease. It's my responsibility," Amelia said calmly, like an emotionless machine.
"They are your responsibility, what about me? Huh? Amelia, what about me?"
Christopher's grip on her palm tightened slowly, his nearly gnashing words made a string snap in Amelia's mind.
She dared not look directly at the man's face.
She knew that if the matter was exposed, the one who might suffer the most would be Christopher.
"I've planned every step of my life with you in mind, but you've never thought of me. Is revenge your duty? What about your husband? Doesn't he count?"
"That's what I owe them. I can't just ignore it." The lives of more than a dozen people on the plane were lost because of her, and she couldn't just ignore it.
