"I'm so sorry Maxie, I let them take Bradley." My voice is hoarse from lack of sleep, my head rests lightly on the bed beside her stomach. Our hands are joined, our fingers twined keeping a gentler connection than the harsh plastic tubing which joins our writs together. She runs the fingers of her free hand through my riled hair.
"It's okay Alec. I'm sure there wasn't anything you could do about it." Her voice is remote but eerily calm. I want her to yell at me, get angry and wave her fists. As though somehow her anger absolves my crimes. She won't lose her shield of calm though, she just continues to run her hands mechanically through my hair.