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It wasn’t difficult to understand why both Noah and my sister wanted to be included so much. They were both concerned about me, something that I didn’t even deserve. That’s why it only worsened my opinion of myself whenever they expressed their desire to help me. “I think I do include you in my matters significantly enough, don’t I?” I argued, only to have Seth place his hand over my hand. Struggling to put his faith in what I had said, he asked me, “Why won’t you talk to me about the day of your sister’s wedding then?” “It’s not something I’m comfortable sharing,” I answered, feeling a little hassled at being asked about the same damn thing again. Besides that, I strongly felt that I could be making a mistake by offering Seth the details of that unfortunate day. He might blame me