[He doesn't know what brings the little smile to her face, but he's the last person to judge. He glances away, to give her space to feel without feeling like she's being stared at.]
I understand. Grief is a personal thing to talk about. Even harder when it's a tragedy.
[Like losing someone young. Like having to identify a body.
By now, with his own memories, he barely remembers the first trial. He remembers she had an outburst, that it was about the way that poor boy died. He suspects the two are related.]
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I understand. Grief is a personal thing to talk about. Even harder when it's a tragedy.
[Like losing someone young. Like having to identify a body.
By now, with his own memories, he barely remembers the first trial. He remembers she had an outburst, that it was about the way that poor boy died. He suspects the two are related.]
Were you close?