“She let him get close, messages sent. She liked that he made a showing of loving his adult son, a showing others might have taken for disingenuous hyperbole, a little too much so. That he also appeared to ‘love’ other people’s underaged daughters did not factor into her opinion. In fact, she actively ignored the possibility and did none of her own investigating. For, if she had taken the time to merely scroll though his friends and follow the name she’d been shown, scrolled the timeline there, the truth would have become apparent in an instant. So, instead, she did nothing, and let him whisper, ignoring that she might be actively enabling a perverse fiend, an egregiously sick, criminal mind. She had always enabled men of that stripe, even going so far as to become their possession, as long as they came from the right background. It was beyond disgusting, but she never took responsibility for her own failings.”