I have more now than I've ever had in my entire life. I should be content with that. So why am I not? Because so much death has surrounded me all my life and now, when things seem to have calmed down and I have a new family, I fear this comfort I've found is false. It's like I'm afraid of being happy, but that's not really it. I feel them out there. I know they'll come for Kim, for my son and his family. I know the past repeats itself, but I can't...