“What promise?”
Myron looked down the corridor and called out, “It’s okay now.”
When Aimee Biel stepped into view, Edna Skylar gasped and put her hand to her mouth. Erik was there too, on one side of Aimee. Claire stood on the other. They both had their arms around their daughter.
Myron walked away then, smiling. His step felt light. Outside the sun would still be shining. He knew that. The radio would play his favorite songs. He had the whole conversation on tape—yes, he’d lied to her about that—and he’d give it to Muse and Banner. They might make a case. They might not.
You do what you can.
Erik nodded at Myron as he passed. Claire reached out to him. There were tears of gratitude in her eyes. Myron touched her hand but he kept moving. Their eyes met. He saw her as a teen again, in high school, in the study hall. But none of that mattered anymore.
He had made a promise to Claire. He had promised to bring back her baby.
And now, at long last, he had.
Myron looked down the corridor and called out, “It’s okay now.”
When Aimee Biel stepped into view, Edna Skylar gasped and put her hand to her mouth. Erik was there too, on one side of Aimee. Claire stood on the other. They both had their arms around their daughter.
Myron walked away then, smiling. His step felt light. Outside the sun would still be shining. He knew that. The radio would play his favorite songs. He had the whole conversation on tape—yes, he’d lied to her about that—and he’d give it to Muse and Banner. They might make a case. They might not.
You do what you can.
Erik nodded at Myron as he passed. Claire reached out to him. There were tears of gratitude in her eyes. Myron touched her hand but he kept moving. Their eyes met. He saw her as a teen again, in high school, in the study hall. But none of that mattered anymore.
He had made a promise to Claire. He had promised to bring back her baby.
And now, at long last, he had.
