Yeah, he called out listlessly.It was his parents. It had been, what, forty-eight hours since Katie had died? They looked like they hadn't slept a minute since. Like something inside them had broken.They sat on the edge of the bed across from him. Ben, his dad said. What we said the other night it wasn't right. It wasn't correct.Ben shook his head, afraid to speak.We're devastated, honey, you know that, his mom said. She started to cry but managed to keep going. When something like this happens, people sometimes blame others, even the people closest to them. Because if you blame someone, it's easier to believe someone had some control over what happened, that it could have been prevented. A quaver had entered her voice and she stopped, took a deep breath.But that's not right, she went on, her voice getting higher now. Not everything can be controlled. Accidents sometimes they just happen, baby, and it's not your fault.She was crying harder now, her eyes pleading with him through her tears.If it was anyone's fault, it was mine, his dad said.
