It hadn't been enough. Of course not. Nathan didn't know why he'd hoped it would be. He'd said he'd loved Jim a thousand times, and it apparently hadn't made a damn bit of impact. Why this time would be different, he had no clue.
He knelt beside Shelia, rubbing her ears, leaning forward to whisper in them for a moment. Then he stood, his bags over his shoulder, and left, without another word.