Becky took the baby, but didn't move from her perch on the arm of the chair where Colin sat. She watched him closely as he took deep breaths, looking like he was going to cry, the bit of redness pooling against his bottom lids.
"It's not your fault." she told him, eyes on Amy instead. "I should have never asked you to fix that stupid car." she muttered, mostly to herself. It was her car. Her fault. Not only for Robbie's death, but for her brother being what he was now. Doomed for an eternity it seemed. "I should have never asked you to fix it..." she whispered again.
Amy smiled again, fingers wrapping around the material of Becky's nightgown and Becky lifted her hand to run over the baby's blonde hair. "I'm sorry." she said softly, both to Amy and to Colin. "For how everything turned out."