Part 300 (1/2)

”We're supposed to make a difference. G.o.dd.a.m.nit, we're supposed to make

a difference. Six kids dead, and there's nothing you can do. You

couldn't stop it, and you couldn't fix it. All you can do is walk away

and try to convince yourself that there was nothing you could do.”

”But you don't walk away,” she murmured. ”That's why you make a

difference. Michael.” She drew away, to study his face. ”You couldn't

have stopped this. I won't tell you you shouldn't grieve over something

you couldn't prevent, because that makes you who you are.”

”You never get used to it.” He dropped his brow on hers. ”I used to

wonder why my father would come home sometimes and close himself off.

When he did, I'd hear him and my mother talking after I went to bed. For

hours.”

”You can talk to me.”

He pulled her close. She was so warm, so soft. ”I need you, Emma. I

wasn't going to come back here with this. I needed to hold on to

something.”

”This time, you hold on to me.” She lifted her mouth to his. His

response was so strong, almost desperate, that she no longer tried to

soothe. If he needed to burn out despair in pa.s.sion, she was there for

him.

She took control as she hadn't known she could, pulling him down with

her, letting her hands excite, her mouth demand. He had always loved

her before, gently, patiently. There was no room for that now, and no

need. If his pa.s.sion was dark, hers could equal it. If his desire was

urgent, she would match it.

This time she would chase away his demons.