He turned, a few feet away from her cloth-covered body, facing the police and all his friends. It was like he was looking straight through us when he said, “I just wanna carry her one more time. Her feet get cold when she doesn’t wear shoes outside.” Nobody, not a soul, tried to stop him as he scooped her up into his arms. Her sluggish arm falling out from underneath the white sheet, the tips of her fingers painted bright red.
