Redsand Canyon did he go on down the mountainside, and leave you all alone?

Again, the abrupt honesty of his questions. He frowns thoughtfully at the minimalism. She just left. She.... What? Thinks that I killed our son? ...didn't want to be with me anymore.

His frown darkens. I don't know where she is now. Most likely happier than him, though he can't muster up any bitterness for that. It felt like a lifetime ago, now. Grieving put every thought into a funhouse mirror, even the feeling of time. He would wake up and expect her to be there beside him but at other times, like this, he was a few moments before forgetting her name--

Ruth. Her name is Ruth. And she had blonde hair, and she was angry more often than not, but in a different way from me. And she'll never forget me, but not in the way I'd hoped to it to be.