I could not tell exactly why she was trying to convince me to give my mother the benefit of the doubt because, left to me, my mother did not deserve that. The fact that she had left the pack and left her family broken and shattered for so many years and, while being alive, she never sent a word of consolation even when I was grieving my father alone showed that she was everything everyone described her to be, and she did not deserve pardon from me or anyone else.
"Is this kind of a gender thing, Cassandra, because I do not understand how you hear all of these things about one person and still think that there's good in them?" I asked her, staring at her face, because I needed to understand what exactly was giving her the moral despite everything that my mother could have anything good to offer.
