“Well, I have given up, haven’t I? I lost my little girl. And now I’ve lost my home, all my things. I’ve got nothing, nowhere. Why shouldn’t I just sit here until I freeze to death?” Jack stroked her cheek. “You’ve still got me, Maggie. I need you,” he said. “Yeah, right. To cook your meals and keep your clothes clean.” “Not just that. I’ve got nothing, either. And I’m nothing without you.
