she started, choosing her words ascarefully as picking her way through a mine field. They were not required to work atnight. Then he thought of Kyle and what it hadfelt like to see his son lying dead, to live every day with the thoughtof how old Kyle would have been and what he would have been doing had helived. Mitch wrappedhis arms around her and held her tight.
We each do what we have to to getthrough the nightmare. When he released the pressure, she sucked in a wheezing breath, andanother and another, while he laughed his breathy laugh. The panic rushed up inside her again. I drove back to the rink.
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