I’m not sure if you even want me around or if you just feel sorry for me. I’m not sure of anything.

Frankie Perino and I were lucky that day. Lucky to be alive-that’s what everyone said.

It was just over a year ago. Twelve months, nine days and six hours ago, actually. But thirteen months ago everything was…perfect.

Would ‘sorry’ have made any difference? Does it ever? It’s just a word. One word against a thousand actions.