Dana squeezed Beau's hands. "Good heavens, I'm sorry. Your family must have been terrified."
He nodded and swallowed hard. "Especially since..." He choked around the words, then managed to get them out. "Since we lost my daughter, Giselle, that way, twenty-two years ago."
"Oh, Beau." She raised up on her knees to wrap her arms about his shoulders. "I'm so, so sorry."
"My wife, she was never able to cope. It was my fault, she said, for not being home that night - I was away on clan business. By the time I got home, Giselle was gone."
"You have to know it wasn't your fault. There's no way you'd have never left if you'd realized your daughter was about to change." Her confidence in him was sweet and unexpected. If only Camille had been as strong.