I’m sorry I wasn’t there to save him – #fridayfiction
Thinking she has heard the worst of it, Annie gives a sympathetic sigh. “I’m so sorry.”
“I’m sorry too.” Ophelia’s voice is thick with the sound of regret. “Sorry I wasn’t here to save him. When I found Edward he was in the loft, lying on that bed he’d made and facing toward the window. His eyes were wide open. For years I kept wondering if he was looking at the stars and wishing I was there to save him.”
Before Annie can say anything, Ophelia pushes her chair back and stands. She scoops up the two dishes and carries them to the sink. Annie follows along with the teapot and butter dish. They stand with their backs to one another, Annie at the refrigerator, Ophelia at the sink, when Ophelia adds one last thought.
“Doctor Kelly said it was a massive heart attack that supposedly happened in a few seconds. He claims it wouldn’t have made any difference whether I was there or not.”
There is a thunk as Ophelia lowers the frying pan into the soapy water; then she adds, “No matter what Doctor Kelly says, I know it would’ve made a difference if I was there beside Edward.”