He looked at the photo. It was the one mistake, he could never forgive himself for.
She looked so content on the picture. She was sitting on the beach, looking in the distance. She had a small smile on her face, her hand in her brown, long hair.
He sighed as he put the picture down, locking it inside. He turned around, took the stars up.
She was still there, smiling when she played with her toys. Her knowledge, her life up to that point erased.
They had to leave, change their identity, move to different country. Start a new life.
He should have never made that deal with the devil.
But each time he looked at the child's face, he saw his wife. On the end, he felt not regret for his mistake.
At least they were together. For now.