Erin reached out and covered his hand gripping the edge of the tub. She'd already forgiven him. He might still be the wrong man for her, but they'd survived this together.
He glanced at her hand on his, then her face.
"We're good," she said. "You have to figure out how to forgive yourself. For this. For Jimmy. You can't keep blaming yourself."
"If I'm not responsible, who is?" Riley turned his hand and squeezed her hand back.
"Sometimes it's no one's fault. If you'd been looking behind you, do you think you'd have seen the guy who shot Jimmy?"
"There wasn't anything there..." He stared at the tile, but she knew it wasn't this room he was seeing.
"Take it from me. You have to figure out how to forgive yourself." She'd made her share of screw ups to know the truth.
"I'll get there." H
