His guilt was consuming him.
I clenched my fists. "Dad, I wanted to fight for Chayara not you."
He exhaled heavily, rubbing a hand down his face. "If you hadn't, I would have." His voice trembled. "I won't make the same mistake twice. I won't let my grandchild be manipulated by those callous minds." His jaw tightened. "But if I knew that decision would cost me Abby…" He trailed off, shaking his head as fresh pain tore through him.
Silence stretched between us.
Then I took a deep breath. "Dad, we have to let her go."
He closed his eyes blocking out the reality before him. His shoulders shook as he drew in a shuddering breath.
And then, slowly he let go of her hand.
The moment their fingers unthreaded, his body sagged. His own hands fell to the sides drained of life too. I knew a fraction of what he was feeling. My wife's life had been threatened more times than I can count. I had seen her crash in an accident while in labour.
