Barrett Carter smiled, "Baby, I know you don't want me dead... but I really can't protect you anymore."
As Barrett Carter spoke, a large mouthful of blood continuously flowed from his mouth.
He looked at Benjamin Parker, apologizing one last time, "I'm sorry, baby, I can no longer accompany you as you grow up."
Then, with strength from who knows where, he finally raised his blood-stained hand.
He reached into his bosom and took out a wooden doll stained with his blood, handing it to Benjamin Parker, "Baby, I made this with my own hands, give it... give it to Miss, tell her, Barrett Carter... is sorry to her."
Barrett Carter tried hard to look at Benjamin Parker, smiling as he slowly closed his eyes.
The hand he used all his remaining strength to lift, tightly holding the wooden doll, fell straight down...
Barrett Carter died.
In death, there was only that one sorry.
The small wooden figure stained with blood lay silently in his hand.
