"My hand," says Sabrina, and it's clear that it takes her a moment to understand, looking down and seeing the blood. It ought to be there, she thinks, blood on her hands so now that Nick is gone, she never forgets where he is.

Charlie wants to take care of it, and she's not about to deny him anything he wants now. "Okay," she agrees, and then turns to Rosie as she echoes back the sorry. She's too stiff at first, but within a few heartbeats she's letting herself lean into Rosie.

She doesn't know what to say, just reaches up with the clean hand to cup Rosie's face.