Richard stared at the words on the report.
A choked sob escaped his throat, so strained it was almost a scream.
His knees gave out beneath him.
He crashed onto the cold tile floor.
"Giselle..."
His trembling hand reached toward mine, wanting to touch the hand that had long since gone cold.
However, just before his fingers made contact, he jerked his hand back as if he had been burned.
He slammed his forehead against the edge of the metal drawer with a dull thud.
"Get up! Aren't you mad at me? Get up and hit me. Yell at me if you want. Just don't lie here. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have saved her first. I shouldn't have left you alone in the mud."
He broke down completely.
Tears and snot covered his face, leaving him in the most pitiful state.
I stood quietly beside him, watching it
