Pressing her fingers against the corners of her eyes, Sookie quickly shook her head. "No, no," she corrected Nina quietly, her voice strained. "He only told me the truth because I had that fucking scrapbook in my hands, and I wouldn't— wouldn't let it go. He didn't want to tell me at all. Maybe it'd be better if he felt sorry about it, but it's like he still thinks that he was justified in killing all those people."

Burying her face in her hands again, Sookie shook her head vigorously from side to side. "That's just not the man I knew, Nina. God, I can't even imagine what George and Annie will think, and I— I told him that if he didn't tell them, I would. I don't know what to think. For a moment, before I left, I almost thought that he was gonna hurt someone." Taking a deep breath, Sookie waited until her breathing evened out to speak again. "But I'm hoping that I haven't been that blind. I don't know what I'd do."