Then he moved slowly forward, until she was very close. Finally, he reached for her arm and turned her around. The tragedy, their tragedy, was etched on her face, seared in her eyes. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. She fell against him, her cheek next to his. He wasn’t sure whose tears fell to his shoulder. Becky hung on to him as wave after wave of pain and guilt swept through her. All she had left inside her were tears and memories. She didn’t want to believe the horrible things Mike had said, she would give anything for him to take them back, but it was no use. She remembered watching Mike hold Amy, and how she would try to be patient and calm, but then she couldn’t stand it another minute and she would take her from him. Those nights when she’d found Mike singing softly to his little girl, and instead of being comforted by his gentle love, she’d been filled with an inexplicable rage. She shut her eyes more tightly, as if she could somehow hide from the pictures in her mind.
