Summary: Thomas, the father of Claire's baby, finds out about the crash, and contemplates his own culpability in the tragedy.
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Claire
Last week, I ran into Claire's best mate Rachel at the mall.
"Hey," I said, rather uneasily.
She just glared at me.
"Look, I know you probably hate my guts. But...I need to know...How is
Claire? Is she doing all right?"
Rachel gave me a look of pained disbelief. "You don't know?"
I had no idea what she was talking about. "Know what?"
Her eyes filled with tears. "Claire's dead."
I felt like I'd been hit with a sledgehammer. "What?"
"She was on that plane that went down on the way to the States. She was going to L.A. to give the baby up for adoption," Rachel said this last part bitterly, looking at me like it was all my fault.
Which I guess it sort of was.
"I...I didn't know," I stammered.
"Yeah, well, ignorance is bliss, eh? Drop dead!" And she stormed off.
Claire...and the baby...dead? What was she thinking, going on a plane during her final trimester? Couldn't she have given the baby away here, in Australia? Why Los Angeles?
I can ask these questions all day long, but when it comes right down to it, Claire was on that plane because I ditched her. I abandoned her and the baby, and she was left all on her own. If I'd stuck around, taken responsibility...she'd still be here. And the baby...
No. I can't blame myself. Bad things happen. It's nobody's fault. Things just happen.
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