The Good Wife.
It hurt even more that there was no answer to my question, there was no supreme being to appear and tell me why it was doing this to a good woman.
“Don’t beat yourself up, Sinclair… please. You couldn't have known, you are human, so you make mistakes,” Evie replied with a shaky voice.
“I can't help but regret everything I have done to everyone I love, you, my parents… I regret everything,” I said, my chest heaving heavily from sadness.
Evie pulled away from our hug and she caressed my face, “There’s no use dwelling in the past now. We have a job to do and that is to give your mother the happiest seven months of her life, okay?”