Katherine stepped back. There was a pang of anger at the loss of her task. She could have cut of the t-shirt. It would have given her something to do. But then she saw the gentleness with which her mother approached the task and the anger turned to guilt. She would not have given him this level of respect.
For a moment, Katherine just stood there and watched. She bit her lip to start herself from falling back into that pit. But it didn't help. She could feel the tears coming back and she fucking hated them. They made it real.
"I'm going to send out a message. Look if anyone knows anything about it." She pulled out her phone. Her fingers shaking almost too much to type.