Idris didn't reply. He just stood there letting the guilt settle inside him.
"Idris, stop him. Don't let him take our daughter away like this." Catrin forced, thrashing a little to break free from the hold of the man who held her in place. "She wouldn't be safe with him. See what he had done to her. He had brutally chopped off someone's fingers and someone's tongue. Are we letting such a man take our daughter away? She won't be safe with him. She —"
"Had she been safe with us?" Idris asked her without letting her finish. His tone was colder than ever. "With me? With you?"
Catrin was taken aback. She paused at the way he looked at her. With pure hatred. with true disdain. "Idris, we … are her parents. We would never hurt her. How could you compare us to him? He …"
"We are her parents," Idris said, smiling, but that little curve of his lips didn't carry any warmth; rather, it held his extreme disappointment. "But she hadn't even been safe with us. Neither before nor today."
