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She patted Adu's wrist softly and shook her head. She didn't want her friends feeling responsible for what had happened. She shouldn't have married him. That she knew now.
"Do not blame yourselves for not being there. It was better that you weren't. You didn't have to see. . . . Arthur wasn't the same as you once knew him. As I once knew him. He had grown cold. Very cold. Tis better that he died. I loved our child, but he. . . . he would have grown to be his father. In that respect his short life was a blessing to himself," she replied softly, shaking away all the horrid memories.
Her eyes looked over at Hama's strong ones. It was clear that what he had seen had scarred him. She understood that scarring. "Oh Hama. I am so sorry for all that has happened. Your daughter and son were kind people. Very kind. Did your . . . .wife survive?" She asked, fearing the answer to that question.
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"What you see is exactly what you get. Don't say I didn't warn you."
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