Getting up from the table, he walked towards the bedroom door, stopping just outside with his hand on the doorknob. He took a deep breath before he turned the handle and opened the door. In the room, Maia lay quietly on the bed, staring at the wall beside the door. As soon as he was inside, only her eyes shifted to acknowledge his presence.
Quietly he shut the door behind him, standing and watching her.
Slowly and very unsure, she held out her hand to reach for him. Looking
up at him, he could see the tears still in her eyes hadn't left. He
walked towards her, taking her hand. She pulled him closer and he sat
at the head of the bed. Still holding on to her hand, she rested her
head in his lap. Silently he stroked her hair, happy to be close to
her and not sure of what else to do.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, sniffling.
"Baby, don't be sorry, you've got nothing to be sorry about, I'm the one that should be apologizing." Bosco looked down at the table beside the bed.
"I'm sorry I upset you," she stared forward at the bedroom door. "I just can't think straight."
"Maia you didn't upset me," Bosco paused for a second before he spoke again, "he did." As he said it, Maia curled herself up tighter on his lap. "Maia no one should be able to do what he did, period."
"What are you going to do?" His breath caught at the question. He thought to himself, trying to picture it but every time he saw the man without a face in his head, he pointed the gun and pulled the trigger. All he could do was stare at the wall blankly.