Our Fault Book Summary Spoilers Mga Nobela at Kwento

She called my dad and he said he was coming since he didn't travel to a far place. I kept asking Gerald to wake up,to forgive me. After an hour, Gerald woke up and that was when I heard it, the first time I heard someone's thought and it was Gerald's thought, "the fault is not yours" that was what i heard before he closed his eyes and my mom rushed to call the doctor and when he came,he said Gerald was dead and everywhere was silent. The driver cried and then,I heard his thoughts,he kept calling himself a murderer,he kept blaming himself,I walked to him and told him that the fault wasn't his, I even held his hands.

I can't think clearly—my hands are shaking too much, my breathing too uneven, the institutional smell making me feel claustrophobic. IT'S YOUR FAULT, SARAH. IT'S YOUR FAULT, SARAH. IT'S YOUR FAULT, SARAH. "Raelynn!" Mum grabs my hands, jolting me back to reality. I force myself to meet her concerned eyes and Edward's worried gaze. "I... I don't know. We were all at the bonfire, but then..." Instead of explaining about the photo, about the message written in what looked like blood, my eyes well up with tears. "It's my fault, Mum."

“Yeah. It wasn’t your fault. It was simply a case of wrong place, wrong timing and that’s an act of the universe. Not you.” I choked on a sob. “Even if it was your fault, no grief should be so great that you practically ignore your child. It was their choice to bring you into the world. No one deserves that kind of hate.” Jared opened the journal again in anger and flipped. “Your mum might’ve written that suicide note but she never intended for you to find it. Look…” He handed me the book. It was opened to a page I’d never seen before. “How have I never seen this before?”

Chapter 27: Planted Traps He messed up things, I didn’t get it. What did he mean? Confused but I couldn’t ask him. I nodded even though, I didn’t understand what he meant. I laid back again and forget about it. I need to plan my revenge. ‘Or do I deserve revenge? All of this is my fault.’ “Do you think all of what is happening to me is my fault? Do you think I deserve this?” “Don’t listen to him, of what we are doing can maybe wrong but he deserves all of this. He needs to pay for all the evilness he did.”

He revealed. “That…?” Audrey asked as she questioned its potency that would have surmounted such disbelief. As she led with the interrogation, tears began to roll down his cheek as a sober child emerged from the bullish farce he earlier tried to put up. He wasn’t as impervious any longer as she had allowed him be. “Why are you crying?” Audrey asked. “It was my fault, everything was my fault. They got caught because of me. He’s gone and its all my fault.” He narrated, as he also drew on a single phlegm in his nose.

But maybe he meant the scent of whatever it was, because suddenly I could smell those other scents, Cleo, and the sharp tang of the rogue we’d chased in the forest. My heart shattered. “It was him…” I gasped. My eyes stinging. “I… It’s all my fault.” “Vera,” he whispered. “You can’t do that to yourself.” "I put her in danger because I wanted revenge for my parents and now—" My breathing was getting faster. Shallower. The room was starting to tilt. "Now Cleo is gone, and it's my fault. All of it is my fault." “It is not—” "It is on me!" I pulled away, pushing to my feet. My sob broke in my chest. I couldn't breathe. "I decided to chase him. I couldn't catch him. Couldn't kill him, and now he

"I know, Zoey. But I feel like it’s my fault in some way." Zoey arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow. "Your fault? Your fault that he stole from you? Unless you handed him your banking encryption and a 'please rob me' note, I’m failing to see the logic." "Not that, Zoey," I whispered, rubbing my temples where a tension headache was beginning to bloom. "Then what? Because I’m still trying to understand how you think this is your fault. The man committed a felony, Eliora. That’s a choice."

The way I tried to be strong for her. And I can't even do that anymore. I pull back and look at her face. She's so young. She doesn't deserve any of this. None of us does. "I'm sorry" I say. "I'm so sorry. I tried to protect you. I tried to keep you safe but I couldn't. I couldn't do anything." "It's not your fault" Sophie says. "None of this is your fault." But it is. It is my fault. I got involved with him. I trusted him. I believed him and now my family is paying the price.

“You're still standing and your neck isn't broken yet, so I still have a long way to go.* “I understand how you're feeling and I won't even say I don't deserve it.” He continued. There was something in the way he spoke that hinted at how sorry he was. I wanted to believe that, but all it took for me to change my mind was a flash of Kiara's unconscious image. “But it's not exactly my fault.” “Oh really?” I took a step closer. “your men were in that forest with us. Someone must have probably trailed them or perhaps you sent one of your men to do your dirty deed.”

She couldn't complete her sentence. "It's not your fault babe. Don't push yourself hard. If there's someone to blame for everything, it was me. Everything started because of my infidelity. Now I am punished! Everything that I wanted is all taken to me slowly. You and Daniel are the only ones left but I could feel losing you both as well." Dwight bravely uttered. Accepting fault isn't easy to do. I'm glad he faces his fear and starting to conquer it. "No, it's not your fault. It was never been your fault." Alison tried to comfort him but Dwight this time is serious and man enough to stand up.