Henry Hartwell looked at her, amused. "By that logic, what kind of woman do you think *is* worthy of him?"
Claire Sinclair answered almost without thinking, "My sister."
"Why your sister and not you?"
"Everyone says so..." Some people had even asked her upon their first meeting why her sister was the one who died, not her.
Just because she was meek, she was the one who deserved to die.
Her sister's existence seemed to be a matter of course, while her own was just a waste of air, an eyesore.
Being frail and sickly since childhood was wrong. Being bullied was wrong. Loving someone was wrong, and being loved was wrong. Being kind was wrong, being brave was wrong, being strong was wrong, and being weak was wrong... No matter what she did, she had never done a single thing right.
When enough people condemned her, she started to believe it.
'If it wasn't true, why would so many people say it?'
