Thanks for giving it a read and chiming in!
Part of what I really love about Cass is how limited our access to her thoughts are. In another author’s hands, her literal silence might mean a waterfall of text boxes constantly spelling out what’s on her mind, but Puckett and crew leave most of it to our interpretation.
I’m not sure if Cass agrees with her own decision, but I wonder how much she recognizes the degree to which she’s projecting on the situation:
Cass believes Cain truly loves her, and as much as she tries to reject the sentiment, deep down, a part of her loves him, too. But Cain also repeatedly shot and beat her, and coerced her into murder. At what point can a person say “Love alone isn’t enough” or “If that was real love, then he wouldn’t [insert].”
In Cass’ life, the answer is more clear.
But with this dad, we just don’t know. Did he come by the Rolex from a slick pickpocket move, or is there a dead/injured man in an alleyway somewhere? The comparison to #16 is a great one, since that shows a similar story from a more b&w perspective. Easier to be the hero in those cases.
Ha! Blame it on bad parenting?