Thinking back to the vicious words Mandy had spoken, Spencer Sullivan's heart felt like it was being cut into thousands of pieces, so painful that he couldn't breathe.
He turned and leaned against the tombstone, glancing sideways at the photo on it, and raising his bottle of liquor, "I'll protect Yolanda until she admits it, and then I'll come to beg for your forgiveness. Punish me as you wish."
He laughed, tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes. The pain of the past two years was nothing compared to that of these few hours, because now he didn't even have the courage to face death. He needed to protect Yolanda and repay Yvonne accordingly.
"Wife."
Spencer leaned sideways and kissed the photo on the tombstone.
But the cold tombstone and the frozen photo couldn't respond to him.
Feeling hazy, he was helped up by someone. He knew it was Reed, "Go to the hospital, take care of Yolanda, take care of my son."
