A different take on Aftershock. I own nothing
Aftermath
"You can't blame yourself," Anita Van Buren says softly. She looks at the lawyer sitting across from her, noting the too-loose suit, the shadowed eyes – the smell of whiskey although it's barely 10 am.
"I know." The answer comes in a voice hoarse with grief and rage. "But it's my fault, all the same. That missed call. If only – "
"You can't think like that," Anita says. "You can't."
Claire looks at her, shaking her head. "If I'd been there to pick him up, he would never have been walking home. And when that drunk driver ran the light – "