it'd be the end of it.
I thought so too, for a minute.
Now he's dead and things are worse then ever.
This will not touch you.
I promise. No matter what happens...
it won't touch you.
Mom, I know you were here...
in Rosewood the night that Wilden was killed.
How do you know that?
I was kind of hoping that you would deny it one more time.
When something like that happens,
you look back.
You take apart every conversation...
"Did I do something wrong?"
"Did I miss a warning sign?"
You talked to her on the day she died.
Yes. Yes, I did.
You know, some people, it's like...
the air weighs more for them,
pushes them down, wears them out.
And your mother...
she was like that.