Then he drew her close to his heart and placed his chin on top of her head. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I had your hand and then it just slipped out of my grasp. It took me too long to figure out where you were.” “It’s all right,” she replied. “You couldn’t have known.” But he should have, some part of her screamed. He should have known where she was, and he shouldn’t have ever let her go.
