“You’re not, you’re not, you’re not! You are not sorry. You’re never sorry, Jason,” she wrapped her arms around her legs and rocked back and forth on the bed. Tears falling like loose leaves. “Why can’t you ever be sorry?”

The room stilled like the morning after a snowstorm. Jason stood in the doorway. Sabrina kept crying. Softly rocking back and forth. He made to step towards her, stopping at a broken picture frame. Three faces looked back at him.