It was the same thing I went through when I first got back to 1982. Your mind tried to deal with all of the possible ramifications for your actions. S...metimes you had to make unpleasant decisions or conclusions. The loss of my daughter Becky was one such thing."I don't really know, Dad," I answered. "After Tracy died and after the asshole that killed her was given a suspended sentence so he could play football, you and Mom turned your grief and anger into a full scale assault. The group you. Its a boday need u r boday also need this,.. Don’t u do it?” now I became a bit free I noded my head “ya”She said “then what’s wrong if your mom doing it….?”“I am not having any affair out side”Same time I started “mom why u not said this to me now I have to look after this house so I will give u this thing”“I understood yours problem mom and I don’t want you to became sad I will like to give all this happiness again I want to be man of this house”I muttered all in one line without taking any. Soaked with rain water, it felt like it weighed more than she did.If she didn't go inside, eventually, the stupid sweatshirt would crush her. It would be the dumbest possible way to die. But for now, she was willing to risk it.She had no idea what the night would hold. Well, no, that wasn't true. She had a really good idea what the night would hold if Paul had his way; she'd be naked and at his mercy ... all night. The only mystery was what twisted mind games he'd decide to play."Aren't you. " I promise, Marta."Marta grabbed a pen from her purse and made a map to her apartment on a napkin. "Is that clear?" Yep. See you bro." See you bro," Mary mimicked sloppily."Call me when you got her home," said Joe."My cell's out of power."Joe borrowed Marta's pen and jotted his number down on the back of his business card and handed to his brother."Cool," said Roger and held Mary against him as they left the restaurant."Take me home, Joe, to your home. I got tonight's outfit there thank god. I.