"But it was my fault." She whispered. "I was the one who started it between us...and I was the one who got myself preg.nant..."
Taylor shook his head and cupped her cheek. "Hush. Don't say that."
"But it's true." She sobbed.
Taylor shook his head. "No, honey, it isn't. Don't talk like that."
"How would you know?! You don't even remember!" Rachel shouted.
Taylor took her hand. "No, but I don't think it's your fault."
She sobbed, looking away.
Sam hugged herself, watching them. "Sh-should we do something Andy?"
Andy sighed. "Rachel isn't going to listen to me."
Sam hung her head. "I'm sorry..."
He picked up the bag and started walking again.
Sam looked between him and her brother, biting her lip.
Andy just kept walking, knowing something had to happen.
Sam whimpered and hobbled after him.
He slowed and put an arm around her, helping her. "Rachel will come in her own time, or she'll keep her distance until she feels sane. Either way, I don't think she has much chance of not surviving."
Sam winced at the pain in her leg. "You sure she'll be okay?"
"It's Taylor I'm worried about." Andy mumbled. "If he goes with her...she could kill him."
Sam sniffled. "Taylor can handle himself, he's tough."
"I'm not doubting his survival skills Sam. I'm doubting Rache'ls control."
She sighed and hugged his arm. "I know..."