Beau Reed's hands gradually clenched. "You can hate me, but you must give me a chance to make up for it... the child... even though the child is gone, we can still..."
"Beau Reed." Mary Douglas calmly interrupted Beau Reed's words. She turned her head slightly, lying on the bed in the least aggressive posture, looking at Beau Reed.
"The answer you just gave me gives me a little comfort. I am somewhat happier with this choice compared to deciding to shoot me on the spur of the moment after seeing me stab Quinn Martinez. At least it shows you had decided long before this."
Beau Reed silently watched her.
