“If I had simply opened that door, they would both still be alive today,” Arthur sobbed quietly.

“So that is what you can never forgive yourself for,” I realized aloud.

He turned his head away toward the wall, unable to look at me.

“Is that why you missed their funeral?” I asked softly.

“I couldn’t face you,” Arthur sobbed.

“And I couldn’t face her grave knowing what I had done.”

“And what about Harper?” I asked him directly.

“What about your innocent granddaughter?”