Samuel Morse turned on the bathtub faucet and stopped the drain with a cork attached to a chain. He stood from his kneeling position on the tile floor and removed his white button up shirt. He turned and padded out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen. All of his movements like scenes in a script, he moved rhythmically, with purpose, not wanting to face what he was doing. He looked at a picture on the wall of his family, him, his wife and their beautiful baby girl, all three of their smiling faces shining through the glass. He turned away with tears in his eyes, how could he! How could he have let this happen???
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