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I sit on a park bench and sigh in relief.
Peter’s alive.
He’s okay.
I slowly loosen my hold on him, then lay my head in my hands.
It’s all my fault.
Where can I go?
How can I escape the guilt from the lives I destroyed?
I add bitterly.
The man I made jump in front of a car.
The guy I took control of in the helicopter.
I sharply take a breath.
...MJ.
God. How can Peter forgive me for that?
My emotion pushes out of me.
I'm a monster.
And now I don't have anyone.
Peter's voice fills my mind.
"You have me."
The chime of an ice cream truck cuts through the air.
I take a breath.
Let it go, Jean.
...Let her go.
I quietly get up and walk away.