“We left her there,” Michael replied, with tears in his eyes. “We left her out there in the cold. In the rain. Think of
her tonight, think what it must be like for her out there in this weather. All this rain, washing through everything. How much of her do you think is left, Ben? What do you think she looks like after five goddamn years?”
“There was nothing more we could've done.”
“We could've given her a Christian burial.”
“You were the one who -”
“I know!” he hissed. “I know, I just... It's been five years. I've had a lot of time to think about the choices we made
that night.”
“It was your idea.”
“It was the best thing for Rose,” Michael replied. “For everyone, for the whole town... I just think maybe we
should have buried her better, that's all. Maybe found a way for her to show up eventually.”