/Jane/
As soon as my breathing became stable and I could no longer hear the hammering of my heart in my ears, he suggested that he would ask them to leave.
I took a deep breath and shook my head. "No, please don't," I croaked as I straightened my posture.
As he nodded and pulled back, he placed his hand on the small of my back, his brows knitted together in concentration. I forced a smile as I turned to face the mother of the boy who had been killed by me, as well as his brother, who seemed to have inherited every single characteristic that I had admired about my former boyfriend.
"Hello," I said, a little awkwardly.
Pam took a sniff and a smile in return, moving closer to me. "Oh, Jane. I'm sorry. "I'm sorry we made you feel uncomfortable," she said, wiping away her own tears.
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