Dad joined Marco at the fire. "Your mother told me."
"About what?"
"How you… nearly killed her." He stirred the embers. "She was so calm about it. She believes in a higher power. That she was meant to go free. Or if not, go to a better place. But – neither of us believe that."
Marco's eyes burned. "Maybe I would've got her out sooner if I'd thought God was on my side."
"No." Dad put his face in his hands. "Sorry. How could I make you think that? You weren't sure you were right, but you fought anyway. Thank you."