“She’s not to blame.
I am.”
He pulled his hand out from under hers and griped her arms
tightly, turning so he faced her.
“Don’t talk like that,” he scolded, shaking her slightly.
“No…it’s true. I was
never here. I was working so hard that I
wasn’t here when he needed me,” she whispered, looking like she wanted to cry
but had finally run out of tears.
“He knew you loved him.
And you were a great mom,” he said as he pulled her into his arms.
She clutched at him as if she were drowning.
And he realized…she was.
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