[face tucked in the crook of his shoulder, sharon shakes her head, her voice muffled.] no, no. don't say that steve. don't you dare even think that, you bastard. [pushing him away, she stands up; her voice is no longer cracked with sorrow, but instead with a venomous anger. was he regretting falling in love with her? there were only a few things sharon regretted in her life, but falling in love with steve and being by his side is not one of them.]

i tell you our children are dead and you respond with guilt about falling in love with me? how dare you say that to me. [that's not the type of comfort she wants from him.]