
Every night i wonder whether i could have done anything different, could i have bought her some more time, saved just one more person, saved my wife. I don't cry, not any more its pathetic and my sobs are too noisey, attract too much attention. I can't remember her face, the day the safe house...thats a joke, safe house, a few nailed on planks, bits of piled furniture and prayers holding out the…
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