Russell finally spoke.
“We’ve spent fifteen minutes explaining why none of us can carry this.”
Nobody responded.
He gestured toward the figure.
“Allison carried it for years.”
Diane apparently averted her eyes.
Then Russell faced Grant.
“And that’s not even the worst thing we did.”
Grant became defensive.
“What now?”
Russell touched the sofa arm beside him.
“I keep remembering the night you hit her.”
Diane urged him not to continue.
He ignored her.
“I stood up.”
Grant remained silent.
“I knew exactly what I should do. I started getting
