Emma stroked his back gently. “Because you feel like you let Kimberley down?”
He looked at her, amazed that she got there right away, that she knew so clearly what he was thinking. “Yeah. Exactly. I failed her. I was supposed to protect her and keep her safe… I f****d it all up and a good woman died in my arms, Emma. How can I possibly think that I deserve any peace when her family doesn’t have it? Why do I get a warm, safe place when she’s cold in the ground?”
“Three years is a long time to punish yourself.”
“In some ways, it doesn’t feel like nearly long enough.” He sighed. “But lately, I’ve been thinking about letting it all go. Finding my way back home somehow.”
“And that safe place? You think you can find it?”
“I think I have.” He spoke so quietly, she barely heard him.
“Where?”
