“So Jacob, last time you were here we talked about your brother. Have you had some time to think about the things I wanted you to?” Jacob looked at the young psychologist sitting in the chair opposite to him with a flat expression “I did. I really can’t see how regret is going to help me mourn him. I really cared for him, but he was about to send my sister to prison. Someone had to stop him.“ The psychologist nodded while having her lips pursed into a thin line. She seemed to be very focused on the conversation they had “your mourning seems to be rooted in the good relationship you had with him, but his death seems to be rooted in your relationship with your sister. Did you ever think that you loved her more than him?” She tilted her head as she was waiting for him to answer “I always knew
