Shh, shhh. Enough of that, now. You've said it enough, now. No more.

[It's not a night she'd want to relive again, the way each and every I'm sorry had spilled from his mouth, cascading from his lips like ice melt feeding rivers in the spring. It's also not a night she'll ever forget, because Speakers don't. They never do.]

He might let you keep Trevor. If the worst comes to worst. He might not take the both of us.