Red and Lizzie lay eyes on each other, a moment of shattering universes, of relief and unbearable heartbreak, so much having changed since the last time their eyes met. They seem unable to break the suffocating silence. Red starts to speak, argues with his mouth as if it were being willingly uncooperative.

Finally, she says, "My father…"

Red nods, working his lips, looking away. "For your father to let you think he was dead, that you were responsible for his death... It must seem …" his eyes work back to hers, red and thick with tears and bitter recrimination, "… unforgivable."