“It’s his way,” Mikhael said and I looked at him. He was still watching Jacob chugging the bottle occasionally. “It’s his way to cope up. His way to heal. He is trying to heal, Sheira. That is something many a lot can do but so few are willing.” Mikhael looked at me. “He comes here often to feel the pain over and over again. To remind himself of his guilt.” “He’s just torturing himself!” Mikhael shrugged. “Maybe. Who could blame him? But perhaps he would just learn to live with it. Perhaps if he wants to, he could free himself from the guilt and move on. Which is hard. Like I said, sometimes, sadness is a choice.” “What if he doesn’t have a choice? What if he’s feeling that because he couldn’t help it?” “As I said, he could free himself from the guilt but that won’t come easy. And

