Chapter 12Back in Pompano Beach, strolling at the waterline, Janet saw none of the beauty in front of her, her hands tucked into her jacket pockets.
Try as she might, the image would not leave her mind. The salt in her tears was similar to that in the ocean, but burned so much hotter. Had they inflicted actual burns they might have rendered the sort of physical disfigurement that she felt she deserved.
Though the charges of murder had been lifted in Denver, she stood convicted in her own mind of murder-suicide. Nothing would lift from her soul the plain fact that her acts had led to deaths of two people.
The doorport to Hell is an aperture of good intentions.
If the backlash to her stopping Yelena's suicide was the murder-suicide of the Thorntons, what would the backlash be to her tryi
