Everyone is nothing but sorry, in every direction, and it makes no difference to how heinous everything is. People say, “I wish there was something I could do” and “I don’t know what to say” and that’s because this is The Impossible. This whole thing. Cam. The baby. Me facing a future without either of them. And now I feel guilty about Charlie. That he’s not enough. My innocent, darling child. Not enough to stop me from wishing my own life away.
