She couldn’t make out his words—shouting, berating, then sobbing, a broken and haunted wail of grief, of unimaginable pain that mirrored her own. She closed her eyes, tears squeezing between her eyelashes. It was a terrible thing to tell a man his son was dead. Milo hovered on the brink, but he wasn’t gone yet. It was still a lie.
A horrible lie. Noah doesn't deserve this. Couldn't you just use this entire situation to snap him out of it? Show him what his foolishnesss costs him?
