“...Roland de Chumsfanleigh (it wasn't his fault).”
“I hoped that she knew the truth--that it wasn't her fault, or my fault, or even his fault. No matter how many times I wanted to believe it was. This was my life, and this is how it was ending.”
“It wasn't my fault.”
“Jackie?""It wasn't your fault.”
“I'm not saying it was your fault. I'm saying it wasn't nice.”
“She wanted to tell him what happened wasn't really his fault, but she knew that wasn't the way this kind of guilt worked. Intellectually, he already knew that. It was his emotions that were tripping him up. The tangle of love and memory and what might have been.”