Monday, June 28, 2010
'But he loved her enough not to leave her, not to turn away. When she started to sob again he took her in his arms and answered every question with a whisper. Am I sick? No. It was my fault? No. Where is he? Here, here, here, he said, putting his hand gently at the hollow of her throat where he could feel her brother beating like a heart. Help me? Yes.'