Angus was in the backyard. I thought it best that he run and play, since it was nice outdoors and I was a nervous wreck indoors. He’s a sensitive guy. It upsets him when I’m anxious. I kept wondering if there was something I could have done for Clara. Had she still been alive when I found her? Should I have knocked that chair away and rolled her over before calling Ted? When Ted got there, I ran to the door to meet him. He swept me up into his arms. “Everything’s all right, babe. I’ve got you.” I buried my face against his chest. “Was there something I could have done? Could I have saved her, Ted?” “No.” He took my hands, kissed them both, and then led me to the sofa. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap. “There was absolutely nothing you could have done for Clara. She was most likely dead when you found her.” “But you don’t know that,”
