They walked in silence, each lost in thought and afraid of what the other might say next. Harry's stride was longer and he reached a lonely looking bench before she did. As a series of small waves began to break on the rocks from the swell generated by a passing boat, he sat down with a loud sigh and massaged his temples.

Diane hesitated, then carefully joined him on the bench. She shivered again, and before she knew it Harry had draped his jacket over her shoulders.

The well defined muscles of his arms were visible beneath the fine cloth, and his shirt stretched taut across his back as he leaned forward into his hands. It was a silky weave, fine and expensive. At that moment, it occurred to Diane that he had dressed for her.

"Does it bother you, coming to the river?" she asked quietly.

Harry smiled and caressed the waves with his eyes. "He loved the water, you know. Even when he was teething and crying all the time, I could put him in a warm bath and he'd just break out laughing and splashing. I'd always end up having to change my clothes."

Diane turned toward him as he talked and made herself look deeply into his eyes. Harry could see that she wanted him to say more, aand for the first time he spoke of a lifetime ago.

"Rudy was there. You remember him, Rudy Russo? At the last minute before we left for dinner, I decided to ride with him and his wife, so we could talk about a take down we were setting up for the next day. Susan didn't want us talking shop in front of Robin cause it gave him nightmares. We were behind them, and we saw the truck cross the center line and force them off of the road. They just nicked the corner of the bridge and went...right over the edge."

Diane felt her heart in her throat as Harry's eyes glazed, and he continued in soft, reverent tones. "I made into the river first. We dove down to where the bubbles were coming up, but it was so black we couldn't see, and the current kept taking us down stream." He lowered his head and barely whispered, "I tried, I tried so hard, but couldn't find them."

Diane heard his voice change with emotion, and winced in empathy. He kept a mask of control over his face. "The coroner said that Susan had a massive contusion on her forehead from the crash. Probably knocked out. But Robin..." he paused and swallowed hard, "Robin didn't have a scratch on him. He was still in his car seat when the divers found him. He....uh, he had time to be scared."

Diane's eyes were hot with tears, but she could still see the horrible controlled grief that Harry wore. The sound his voice made when he said his son's name was sorrow itself. It resounded with the pain of her own loss and, for a moment, they were connected in the truth of a shared bereavement. When she reached over and placed her hand on his knee, she realized that his whole body was trembling. It was frightening, seeing him like this.