Anthony nodded at her in understanding. He'd felt bad enough at it was.
He didn't like the helpless feeling he had at that moment. The knowledge that there was nothing he could do to bring her back, to start over, was a very bitter pill to swallow.
For if he could, he wouldn't be talking to her ghost. He'd be at home, with her and Liam, planning things. To think that one man had taken what they wanted. It upset him very much.
He sighed and turned to her. "You know what else was hard besides dealing with you being gone?" He stood and faced her. "Telling Rosie. She was... hysterical. Irrational. She wouldn't believe it. And knowing that nothing I could have said or done would have comforted her at all."