He'd been watching the children sleep, wearing the shirt Agnes had given him while his own dried. George's shirt. It smelled like the man. And sitting in Agnes's rooms, wearing George's shirt, he felt even more like a fool. He didn't belong here anymore. He'd given up his right.
He'd ruined everything. And for no damned reason he could even think of. He'd been so stupid. He got up quietly and moved into the bedroom to pace as he thought. He didn't want to wake the children.