You don’t believe it because you don’t understand,” he said hoarsely. “Prosper was different. He wasn’t like other people. He might have hated me, but he loved me too. In his own way. He couldn’t help it; not after raising me for all those years.” When no one responded – when he saw nothing but expressions of disbelief on the faces around him – Cadel wailed, “He did! He did! I know he did! He only wanted to wreck my life because he wasn’t a part of it!” And as sympathetic hands reached out towards him from every corner of the car, Cadel began to cry like someone whose heart was breaking.