As she spoke, he opened his mouth to regurgitate his rehearsed explanatory apology.
"I..." he started as the weight of the words she had spoken hit him like a ton of bricks.
She was not yelling or crying. She was not expressing any of the emotions he had expected. He did not have an answer. He was not well but, in his own way, he had accepted it. It could be worse. It had been worse, once. He considered himself somewhat lucky considering...
"I wasn't supposed to live."
He finished his thought out loud as he sunk against the wooden railing.