Nick sat on his couch with the letter Karen wrote him in hand.
Howie sat up in his hospital bed starring in disbelief at his wrists.
Amanda held onto her stomach as she snuggled underneath a warm blanket.
Amy sat on her bed thinking over and over about Nick.
Karen sat on a stool with a picture of her, her dad, her sister, and Nick, in her hand.
Each of them sitting there, in their own spaces, thinking the same thing. 'What have I done?'
The End