Time seemed to stand still; even breathing felt heavy.
Shirley Grant clung tightly to Ethan Martinez, trying to draw strength from him.
"I'm sorry." Ethan was still apologizing, his eyes slightly vacant.
It was his fault. It was all his fault.If he hadn't been so eager to find out, Shirley wouldn't have said anything.If she hadn't said anything, Gerry Peary would never have known, and he wouldn't have collapsed, unable to bear it...
"I knew... I knew... I've always known..." Shirley sobbed nonstop, tears streaming down her face as she slowly let go of Ethan.
"I knew that Gerry Peary... Gerry Peary has always desperately wanted to meet his father."
He longed for a father. More than anyone, he wanted to meet Alan Morgan.Perhaps this is the innate bond between father and son, something carried in their very blood and bones; she couldn't change it.Even if she gave her all to Gerry Peary, he still wanted to see him.
