[ WP ] It does no good to speak of roads not taken .

She looked good, for a broken woman. 
 
 Diane was her name. 
 
 Henry watched her from across the street, staring through the layer of meticulously clean glass. 20 years, she has haunted him. 
 
 Henry took a step toward the Starbucks, but froze when Diane looked out the window. She did n't notice him. The man who killed her daughter. 
 
 *Make amends*, Henry would have laughed at the absurdity of it if he could stomach it. *How do you approach the woman whose life you've ruined and ask her for forgiveness? * 
 
 Henry stared for minutes. Maybe five, maybe ten. He was n't sure. 
 
 In the end, he turned around and left.
