I keep... I keep thinking about her laying there in all that blood, and all I could do was - was roll up too late to help and get thrown off a building.
[He hunches down a little more. By the end of the sentence, his voice is too tight, and he blinks, hard, to try and clear the tears away.]
Re: Day 79, early evening
I keep... I keep thinking about her laying there in all that blood, and all I could do was - was roll up too late to help and get thrown off a building.
[He hunches down a little more. By the end of the sentence, his voice is too tight, and he blinks, hard, to try and clear the tears away.]