Frederick Bachman. Second life Uwe (№ 420538)

And about the baby who is not destined to be born. And she howled. A primitive, inconsolable howl - he groaned and tossed about in both souls, tearing them to shreds, hour after hour, and there was no time for these hours. Time and grief melted into one hopeless darkness without an edge. Already then Uwe knew that he would never forgive himself for not staying where he was, not saving them. Knew this pain would burn him forever.